Thursday, August 03, 2006


Never did I doubt that Paul and I would make it to our tenth anniversary. But, now that it's here it's a little surreal. Ten years? How did ten years pass?

It is a testament to God's grace that a foolish girl of 21 married the right man. It is a testament to God's grace and generosity that he wanted to marry me.

Even though we were only together in the same place for about five weeks out of the eight months we dated prior to our engagement. Even after my father mistook him for a telemarketer when he called to ask for my hand. Even after I chattered incessantly and joked innappropriately completely oblivous to the fact that he was reaching into his pocket to produce the ring and pop the question. Even after I failed to answer for a VERY long time, my mouth hung open in shock. ("So....will you?!") Even though during our engagement we only saw each other four weekends in eight months. Even though when I walked down the aisle it was the first time I'd seen him in a month. ("Hi, how have you been? Nice to see you. You're hair has grown. Shall we get married now?") Despite the madness of it all, it has worked out beautifully.

So now here we are ten years, three kids, two countries, three states, six homes, five cars, seven jobs and three ducks later. I feel simultaneously like nothing and everything has changed.

It's a happy, happy anniversary.

1 comment:

Angela said...

Congratulations! I am so happy for you and your family!
Love, Angela