Our life is... normal. It's boring. It's funny. It's stressful. It's familiar. It's stretching. It's peaceful.
The sun rises and the sun sets and ordinary days go by where I hardly notice the years passing. But each day is an ordinary day filled with a divine blessing. A day filled with a gift that's just for me. Days when we get to wash the dishes together or we curl up on the couch to watch Netflix. Days where we just can't work out that one issue and we feel frustrated beyond belief. Days where I want to nail his socks to the floor instead of pick them up. Days when I think "I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with this man". Days when I think "I can't believe I have to spend the rest of my life with this man".
We're cheesy. We're a little loud. We laugh a lot. We both like the last word. He bites his nails. I interrupt. We both require lots of grace every day. But we are good and strong. We are mundane and ordinary. We are divinely blessed.
I am divinely blessed.
Thank you for being my ordinary divine gift. Thank you for the every day's. For the happiness and the frustration. For teaching me about being loving and compassionate. For challenging my selfishness. For making me laugh, and for being my anchor when sometimes life feels like it's floating away. I'm thankful that I get 8 more years of ordinary with you. And then 8 more, and 8 more after that. And so many more we lose count. I know that God has entrusted us with a great gift. A story to tell of his love, forgiveness, and redemption in us. And I'm thankful that after we get to tell that story, we can come home, be ordinary again, and just be us. I love you. I Promise Promise.