You woke me this morning with a kiss on the cheek and a whispered, “Happy anniversary. I love you.”
Then you went downstairs and made me bacon and coffee. My love language.
A year ago we talked of saving up for a big anniversary trip. Our 15th wasn’t an anniversary to let slip by unnoticed. There have been too many of those, we said.
We never did find the money for that trip. Instead, we found it for
physical therapy to heal my back.
tuition for our daughter’s assisted learning.
replacement of our failing dryer.
We will celebrate today at neighboring desks in our office, managing the business we grew together.
We will celebrate by going to Parents’ Day at our children’s school.
We will celebrate by tag-teaming dinner, homework, and bedtimes.
What a beautiful, unexpected life we’ve been given. When I said “I do” fifteen years ago, I never could have anticipated the hills and valleys we would walk together. But together is exactly how we’ve traveled.
Unity. It’s a grace God has gifted us over and over again.
I have no regrets in pledging myself to you. None. (Except possibly that I wasted time not doing it sooner.) And I have no regrets that today is, by all appearances, a normal day. No grand, romantic plans. No exotic anniversary trip. Just us.
I’m fine with that, because I love us. I love the way you love me. It’s holy and complete and cleansing, and it makes me beautiful.
You love me, and so I am lovely.
You believe in me, and so I am capable.
You give yourself up for me, and so I am worthy.
I need nothing more on our 15th anniversary than us.
“I do.” Still, and with abandon. And I always will.