Nine years ago today I fell in love with my husband. I was twenty years old– looking back, it seems impossible that I could have possibly known what love even is. I have to believe that it was God’s hand guiding us together. The guy I fell in love with, nine years ago, was kind, gentle, sympathetic, understanding, and and funny. He still is. And he’s a romantic at heart, and he cooks. And cleans. And no, I’m not sharing.
We’ve been through some interesting times together– good and bad. We’ve had money problems; we’ve had health issues. We’ve had loved ones get sick; we’ve attended funerals of people who we loved dearly. We’ve lived in four different places and have survived weird landlords, floods, community washing machines, and shared walls. We have brought two precious little bundles home from the hospital and have lived through sleepless nights, endless bottles, shots, diaper blow-outs, potty training, temper tantrums, and a couple of naughty words one of the boys brought home from preschool.
Life has not been easy, but we have grown together throughout the years. I am so thankful for that.
The last week has been the hardest thing we have ever faced in our marriage. To lose a child– so unexpectedly. I can’t even begin to describe how thankful I am for the wonderful man I married. He has been so strong for me, although I know he is hurting as much as I am. He has been absolutely incredible. And God is using the grief, and the sorrow, and the confusion, to bring us closer. Suddenly we hold hands more. We touch more. We cuddle and we hug and we make sure the other is doing okay.
There is so much to work through, so much we don’t understand. We are working through it as a couple, and I can’t express how thankful I am to have this wonderful man by my side. I don’t think I could handle life without him. He is my best friend.
Art and I have been married seven and a half years. Those years have not been easy; there have been a lot of tough situations. But when I look back over that time what I remember is laughing together. I remember good times. I can say these years have been happy ones. And so much of that is my dear husband, loving me and making me smile in the hardest situations, even in this difficult time. He is my miracle. I don’t deserve him.
But I thank God for him.
I love you, sweetheart.