"there are several newlyweds headed off for their honeymoon here today."
I smiled.
"that was us almost four years ago."
we both smiled.
I had just returned home from a weekend away in Dallas. My husband with our two kids in tow was anxiously awaiting my arrival---complete with "Welcome Home Mommy" signs. I bolted off the plane, just as anxious to see the two kids I had left---and perhaps moreso---the husband I hadn't spent more than a night apart from in four years.
Four years ago we were one of those starry-eyed couples preparing for our departure to our honeymoon destination. Now here he was picking me up with two children....and we were the ones noticing the enormous amounts of couples departing to the many tropical locations, dreaming big of their future to come.
Four years. FOUR YEARS. We spent our anniversary night strolling around a school supply store and the library (don't worry, we'll celebrate when we have a babysitter this weekend)---four years.
Two babies, a new home, new job, new struggles, new successes...
We aren't the starry-eyed couple we were that day in the airport. We're aware of struggle, hardship & what it means to make marriage work... (to the extent that we can at our young marriage age...) But I am more in love with the man that God blessed me with than I was that day I committed myself to him forever. (And, for the record I always thought that was so cliche....and now....now I know better).
This weekend when I was away I was reminded of just how thankful I am for my husband. It feels rare in this day to hear women share positive stories of their husbands and I count myself lucky to be able to be one of those women.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
