Today Will and I celebrate our 13th anniversary.
We were babyfaced kids the day we married. I was a month shy of 21, and he was 23.
We’d both never been on our own.
We hadn’t a clue how to do anything!
All-in-all, it was wonderful.
We were shiny-faced kids navigating this huge, serious thing called life with enthusiasm. Untainted by the world and invincible.
Many say the first year is the hardest, but it was so fun for us!
On our own for the very first time, and figuring it out together.
Then at some point reality sets in.
You grow up.
You aren’t kids anymore.
You have grown up problems and responsibilities.
You stay the same.
You endure a lifetime of ups and downs.
Some days you feel like that shiny faced kid.
Other days you feel ancient.
Some days you laugh until cry,
Other days the weight of reality feels too heavy to bear.
Let’s face it, “adult-ing” is hard.
Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, you quickly realize you don’t!
I’m incredibly blessed I have Will to walk alongside me through the ups and downs.
I can’t believe I get to be married to him and journey this crazy life together.
It honestly feels too good to be true.
I remember being a young teen, writing letters to my future husband, praying for him and hoping the Lord would answer my prayers.
Through I’m incredibly underserving, the Lord heard my prayers and blessed me far beyond my dreams. I definitely got the better end of the deal.
We are so deeply intertwined and not only spouses, but best friends.
I was over the moon for him 13 years ago, and I still am today.
Only now it’s deeper, more powerful, and wrapped in a lifetime of real life, not happily-ever-after fairytales.
So here’s to lucky number 13, on March 13th no less! Certainly no luck involved here. Rather God’s provision, mercy, and blessing.