When Andrew and I got married we paid for one of those fancy videographers to come and video our big day. A few months later we curled up on the couch in newlywed bliss to watch it for the first time. Aside from getting a good laugh when we caught my maid of honor checking her watch repeatedly during our ceremony and when I sobbed extra hard during the “for richer for poorer” portion of my vows, we thought the whole thing was just so perfect.
We plan these fantastic parties to begin marriages but the beautiful mess that ensues after those vows are said is where the real magic is. As we celebrate seven years together today, I look back on all that has happened since that day, I cry and I laugh and I roll my eyes and shake my head and I thank God for all the blessings and the hardships. In these short years we have endured a layoff, adopted puppies, moved halfway across the country, produced three beautiful children, lost loved ones, bought our first home, changed careers, celebrated weddings, faced a major medical diagnosis, reconnected with family, laughed, cried and grown up.
We joked last night that we hope that our next seven years are not as eventful as our last, but I have to say as I think about it tonight I hope they are. I love our beautiful mess. I love the loss and I love the gifts we have received. I laugh at the plans we have made and how God has always had a much more interesting plan in mind for us. When I think about the things that have been hard, like being away from family, I can’t help but think about the family we have found here. When I think about those we have lost, I can’t help but be thankful for all the memories we shared with them. Has it been easy? Absolutely not, but it has been totally worth it.
So cheers to the finder of my lost keys, the cream in my coffee, the calm to my crazy, my love, my baby daddy. I love you, my sweet husband. Here’s to many more years of this beautiful mess.