Nathan and I got married on a snowy day eight years ago… yesterday. It was crazy that it was snowing- we maybe get one snow day a year on the reg down here. And that year, it just happened to be our day. It was special, but like we weren’t prepared AT ALL, and my poor bridesmaids were freezing (sorry, girls!)
I usually do a countdown of some sort on our anniversary- something that incorporates our years together and small quirks of ours I can sneak in. I was thinking on what my countdown would be this year, when I was struck with a pretty rough stomach virus. I woke up around 2am on our anniversary, and threw up for the next three hours. TMI, I’m sure. Nathan was with me, holding my hair back, letting the dogs out and getting me water, while I was a hot, sick mess.
It made me laugh a little, being sick on another holiday (remember how I just mentioned all our sick holidays?). And while I had high hopes of writing this post on time and being romantic in prose, there he was being romantic in real life. Taking care of me, taking care of the girls the rest of the day, letting me rest. Man he’s a catch.
Romance is funny like that, isn’t it? Eight years ago, I had a faint idea of real romance, and today my knowledge is a little deeper. The marathon of loving & standing with someone through the high highs and low lows. The day in and day out honoring of the person your spouse is- and is becoming- instead of who they once were. The daily surrender of self in order to better your team. When we shared our vows on that day years ago, we had no idea that there was an honor set before us: the honor of going Lower Still, having everything that can be shaken, shaken. And in the emptying of us, finding the beauty of true love that has been unearthed. There is a treasure that is buried deep beneath pride, selfishness and “me first”. It’s a painful dig, getting to that treasure, peeling back layers and layers of entitlement and self preservation. But the treasure is worth it, my friend. If you are in the trenches of a marriage right now: dig deep, let go of those hurts and your pride, and search for that treasure with all that you are. The good days are not behind you, they are only ahead.
How thankful I am that we have stuck together through those hard days; those hard days that have made these days so much sweeter.
Instead of a countdown this year, I’m opting for a list of a different kind.
8 Reasons I Love Nathan
- He is chill AF. Nothing rattles that guy- which is really perfect BECAUSE EVERYTHING RATTLES ME. He brings balance and peace and we wouldn’t survive without him.
- He is just so wise. That peace I mentioned above feeds and fuels his decision making and logic. It’s awesome.
- He really loves Jesus. Like really. A lot. And not quite the way that I love Jesus, which was confusing for me at first. But His relationship with the Lord is this unshakable bond that sustains him through any season. I love watching them work together.
- He is hilarious. That quick witted, smart kind of funny. The kind that makes you burst out laughing, and keeps you laughing all day. This works out great for me because I LOVE to laugh.
- Man he’s a hard worker. He has sacrificed sleep (and all other things that I’m too selfish to sacrifice) to better himself and support our family. The admiration I have for him is off the charts, people. This man has changed his stars.
- He’s such a nerd. I’ve always had a thing for nerds and I’m not sorry about it.
- He’s the best dad. Like really, wow. He loves our girls and is so tender with them. His words speak life into their sweet little souls, and I just love watching the three of them together.
- He loves me. Even when I’m the worst- he loves me and is kind. I don’t deserve his tender, kindness, but he offers it to me freely.
Nathan, my love, Jesus spoiled me with you. I wouldn’t trade our life together for anything, and I am still just so giddy to be by your side. Through thick and thin, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part. Eight years down, and forever to go. I love you, baby.
PS: Who the heck are the babies in these photos?? I feel like I knew them once, but also like they don’t exist anymore. It feels like we’ve lived twelve lifetimes since this day. And as thankful as I am that it happened, only the best is ahead. Onward.