We celebrated our 6 year anniversary this past weekend.
On your anniversary you’re supposed to write a sappy post about how you married your best friend and how you couldn’t imagine doing anything with anyone else.
Well, that’s true. I did marry my best friend and I can’t imagine life without him.
But mostly all I can think to write is that my marriage started hard and stayed hard for five years, and now it’s a lot better.
I’ve cried more than I’ve ever cried in my life, learned to love by sheer force of will without expecting consolation and kept my eyes on God.
That’s my blood there, smeared right across the page.
Those vows are serious business. Worth the trouble, too.