Today is my 9th wedding anniversary.
On the surface, what we see is a number.
We see the two healthy, beautiful children.
We see the house, the jobs, the cars. The stuff.
What we don’t see is what really constitutes that number.
We don’t see the cancer that almost ended us before we were anything at all.
We don’t see the miscarriages.
We don’t see the job setbacks, the bad bosses that made us cry, the miscalculations, and the failed gambits.
We don’t see the times when we lost ourselves, or when we needed saving from ourselves.
But I remember them all. They are part of us. They are courses in the movable feast of our lives.
I’m so thankful I said hello to the pretty girl in the Ohio State sweater that one night in the parking garage in Washington, DC.
I’m so thankful that I now have two children with that wonderful woman.
And I’m so thankful I get to do this life with someone who exudes such grace and elegance.
Find that someone who unlocks the best you have to offer and watch the world become yours.