I have so many swarming thoughts about marrying “young” – Josh was 22, I was 21.
We met when I was 18.
What I didn’t know at 18 was that there’s a whole lot of growing up that’s done between 20 and 30.
But, ultimately, I’m thankful for a partner to walk through life with.
Even though we are growing up together.
Finding our values – together and separately.
Getting angry sometimes.
Again and again and again.
We’ve walked together through some really hard seasons.
Year three was like the sky was falling and the pain and worry seemed relentless.
This year we’ve celebrated some really sweet moments.
We became grateful for all the good news.
Grateful for the people that are around us.
Grateful for opportunities to find joy and value in our work.
Even if that meant quitting one job and starting another.
We’ve also done a lot of really normal, every day things.
Like eating dinner.
Staying up too late with our friends.
And watching The Office over and over again.
I am grateful for you.
Your grace to let me stumble.
The way you approach situations with a completely different perspective.
(Which, while frustrating at times, is a wonderful gift.)
Your calmness when I’m spinning with worry.
The way you chase your passions.
And make shelves for me when I ask.
I’m eager for year five with you.