And yet, God knew just what I needed.
I really didn't know the man beside me at the altar and he really didn't know me. I remember how he gazed at me in my gown, and I do mean gazed, all lovey-dovey, it still makes me nauseous to think about it. He was completely over the moon for me, truly smitten with his bride. He would have sewed me into his back pocket if he could have... (he probably still would). His admiration alarmed me. I knew I'd disappoint him.
We were married um, two weeks before I threw the car keys at his head. The lovey-dovey dimmed just a smidge.
Those first few years were sweet and painful all at the same time and I wouldn't trade them for anything.... But I don't miss the awkwardness. I know that the best part of our marriage is right now. We are fifteen years in, with five kids and a dog. Date night is an annual event, privacy is non-existent, and in our free time we drive a shuttle for short people. But isn't this where we also wanted to be?
Cramming seven chairs around a table made for six.
Listening to endless chatter.
Cheering on a little swimmer, a football player, a basketball star, and two adorable tumblers.
Stealing a kiss here and there... making our tweens gag.
Stretching and pulling to make it all come together.
We are a match, made in heaven by a merciful and loving Savior.
I could not ask for more.
Our life together is FULL.
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work: If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.