This morning I had to make a long drive, where the sun was brightly shining, the snow melting from the mountain tops, and the roads were not busy with traffic. I was dealing with a pretty bad migraine, so with that and the stress free driving, I took my time, trying to relax, while enjoying all the beauty that was around me.
I have so much to be thankful for and found myself thinking of my husband, where we’ve been, our daughters, and all the dreams we still talk about. And, possibly due to the headache, I was thinking about my future with my husband and the “what if” questions that we talk about now that we are getting older and recently having lost a parent.
So as I drove, I became sentimental to how much it means to have him in my life. We’ve been together for quite some time. We have dealt with disagreements, sick children, trials of all sorts and more. Yet, what really stuck out most in my mind were the good times. Our quiet and romantic moments, times we spent talking of our dreams, the camping, the hikes, the canoeing and kayaking. The walks, the year we rode our bikes to work, the unique things he asked me to sew for him, that silly jacket that he still wears (and should be tossed) that he had me reline. The shelving, the cabinets and the outdoor wood crafted projects he made, all because I asked.
We stuck by each other, as the challenges passed our way. We were teens when we married, young adults raising children six years later, struggling and learning how to be examples for our children in hopes we would succeed. Our children have grown from the wee little bundles of warmth that I adored snuggling with often, to toddlers curious about everything they encountered. Young teens dealing with drama and learning the value of being a good friend, to seeing them part as they left for college, their own apartments and one into marriage.
Now we spend nights alone, enjoying the quiet, yet many times we talk about the girls and pray for their direction. We have grown up. We have found that our union together is more than a piece of paper and romantic love, having a home and children. With our growth, we continue to maintain our individual identity, yet have become entwined as one. It is a relationship built on trust, companionship, commitment, respect, support and devotion. It is not something I grew up seeing by example, but it was what I envisioned as a dream for marriage when I was a young girl. For me a strong and faithful marriage, guided by God, stands firm and anchored from passing storms, allowing rest when the seas of life are calm.