Nine years ago we decided not to wait until July 9, but instead to just go ahead and elope. I wore a red and black dress, and you wore what you wore, and there is not one single picture of the event - only the picture of the day before of us outside after church when we were hanging out at your mom's. We had no idea what we were getting into. How could we? We had spent most of our seven-ish month relationship purchasing phone cards to call each other from across a continent and an ocean. We had really only spent less than three weeks together in person. Crazy kids.
|(rehearsal dinner picture - July 7, 2005)|
Then we packed up our stuff, had our originally planned wedding, and drove thirty or so hours back to the Midwest, We felt so poor - you in school, and me spending an hour each way to go to a teaching job I hated that first year. I was depressed, but you persevered for both of us, and somehow we came out on the other side okay. Every piece of baggage I brought with me, you helped me unpack. And even when I feared you would leave or when I threatened to leave - because that is what I knew of marriage - you stayed.
Sometimes when I look back on the first couple of years, I just remember the freedom we had to go to the movies or dinners not worrying about feeding two other human beings. I remember our sweet Ebby dog riding in the car with us to visit my family in Illinois, her head sticking out every time you would roll down the window. I remember thinking it was soooo hard to have a husband in school ,but look at us now! Somehow we are surviving you in school and working and me at home with two children. Nine years ago the very thought of it would have sent me to bed with my covers pulled over my head.
We had no idea what we were doing over nine years ago. We knew that we loved each other, and we loved Jesus, and we had a plan for what life would look like. Naivety at its finest. But I'm so glad I didn't really have a clue. I'm so glad I got to marry you.