Sometimes I question why we hung on when it would have been so easy to scratch us off as a bad bet, an unlikely pair, and a doomed romance. When breaking up was a feasible, or even a desirable option, under the green exit light with a 'not meant to be' neon sign.
It still baffles me as to why you stayed when my immaturity and pettiness spiralled out of control and stabbed you without mercy. When I wore attitude and irrationality that weaved like ribbons in my hair, threatening to strangle you before you could respond. When I pressed and punched your buttons, yanked and pulled your tolerance chain like a raging pit bull. When I pushed your patience to new levels and showed no trace of godliness. When my craziness almost drowned us, you persevered and lifted me up for air.
By God’s sovereignty and strength, He sustained and carried us through every good and bad fight we ever had, every speed bump, every pang of jealousy, insecurity, or moment of doubt that came our way. By God’s grace, we got a glimpse of our future instead of just wondering what we could have been. Maybe wondering is like looking a gift horse in the mouth. My gift is you, make no mistake. You are my true north, voice of reason, leader, and best friend. You’re the Han to my Leia, Marshall to my Lily, mate to my soul, and the happily ever after to my ending.
Thank you for pursuing me daily and for always chasing my heart. I might be hard to love at times, and being married to me is probably not easy, but it’s certainly fun.
Happy 9th wedding anniversary, RD!