Twenty-two of the hardest, but most wonderful years of my life spent with my best friend. Our lives so intertwined that I can't tell where mine ends and his begins. Joy in the memories we've made, excitement for the adventures to come, and contentment in our here and now.
And yet, I'm finding this post hard to write.
On the heels of a year where we witnessed the effects of Satan's marital grenades hitting too close to home, I'm sitting here with so little to say, yet so much that could be said.
I could talk about the collateral damage that ensues when you watch marriages end and it occurs to us that we might be a happily married couple today, but at some point might decide we're not so happy after all.
Paranoia. Distrust. Fear.
I could talk about watching the marriages that battle back and win.
Forgiveness. Hope. Victory.
I could talk about the things we do within our own marriage to guard against potential areas of attack.
Safeguards. Boundaries. Accountability.
I could talk about the things everyone already knows in how to stay connected with each other.
Dating. Intimacy. Communication.
But here's the deal. Only God knows the intricate details within a marriage. There's no formula or blanket statements that apply to everyone as a whole and it's not for anyone on the outside to judge. The only thing I do know is that each and every one of us will answer for our own actions and the ripple effects that those actions cause.
So for me personally, at the end of the day, it all boils down to this:
Am I going to do what I vowed to do 22 years ago? Even when it's hard? Or on days I'm not happy? For better or for worse? For richer, for poorer? In sickness and in health? Till death do us part?
You're damn right I am.
Thank you for your unconditional love and please forgive me for all the areas where I fall short. It's my honor to faithfully spend the rest of my life by your side. Your best friend, your lover, your wife.
I love you.
'What God has joined together, let no one separate.'