And I'm so thankful we're not.
Forgiven. Healed. Renewed. Loved.
Had you told that girl in that white dress exactly what she was in for, she would have stood up from that alter and walked away without blinking. And she would have never looked back.
She wasn't signing up for the fights, and the skewed unrealistic expectations, the 25+ weeks of constant "morning sickness", twice. She wasn't signing up for being betrayed, or betraying. She wasn't signing up for moving cross country twice in 6 months under painful, stressful circumstances. She wasn't signing up for debt, for kids crawling into 90% of the bed at 3 am, or stone cold marriage silence.
She didn't know about any of that. But she also didn't know that she was signing up for a lifetime with a man who would stand by her during those selfish rages, the nights (and days) of laying on the bathroom floor, or hospital bed, experiencing the "joys" of pregnancy. The man who would hold her hand and say, "It's ok. It's all going to be ok." and mean it. A man who would love her even when she pushed him to the edge of their marriage. A man who would be the physical embodiment of God's love for the church.
I'm blessed. Beyond words.
I love you, Aaron. Happy Valentine's Day. I'm glad we're us.