We made it. Another three years under our belt.
As I type that out, I think to myself, it’s only been three years? But a million memories later, clutching the hope of seconds and minutes and hours and days to come, I celebrate three years of marriage with the best man I know.
There’s no one else I’d rather be tired with in life than you, Love!
I love the text we got from our friend, Juvy, this morning: “Happy anniversary, you two love birds. It was just like yesterday when me and Cara were on our way to Mexico for a missions’ trip and she FIRST referred to you as her boyfriend – and turned bright red when she realized it…”
Ain’t that the truth.
The HBH and I had only been dating for a month or or so at that point; I was just beginning to accept the fact that he liked me – this Hot Black Man actually thought I was the bee’s knee’s – and that he didn’t have a hopper full of ladies he was seeing in those rare moments we weren’t spending every waking moment together.
And that trip – away from him, away from life on the Peninsula, away from friends and family and technology and the daily, delight-filled grind of ministry, showed me how much my heart was in.
But I was so scared of love, so fearful of loving and not being loved in return – of a rejection of the heart – that I kept him at arm’s length for as long as was humanly possible (which, according to Juvy’s reminder text this morning, was a grand total of about five weeks).
I sure am glad I took the risk.
So, cheers: here’s to love and to loving and to being loved in return.
May you love well whomever is in your path today: your spouse, your child, your parent; your friend, your co-worker, the stranger you walk past on the street.
And may fear – fear of the unknown, fear of rejection, fear of loss of control, fear of what others think of you – not stand in the way of the path that the Beloved has already laid out for you.
What about you? What do you celebrate today?