We’ve done it again, Adam. We’ve made it another turn around the block.
Two years of tickle fights, late nights, laughing harder with you than with anyone else, one crazy dog, a house all our own, cars breaking down, financial uncertainty, lots of adventure, tough times, and quite a few tears (always my own).
I’d do it all over again.
I remember a conversation we had at the beginning of the year, how we wanted to do so much with our lives. And here we are, working with people, doing what we love. Doing what scares us and grows us. Eating ice cream we didn’t need but sure did enjoy. Falling asleep on the couch. You pushing me, always pushing me, to be better – in the best way.
I’ve gotten to know you pretty well, I think, and I can say that as we’re now leaving the “honeymoon” stage, you are definitely everything I wanted and needed in a husband. Someone to make me realize my full potential of crazy. And I don’t think we’re leaving this so-called “honeymoon” stage behind us. I’m taking a minute to be corny, but I know that our love for each other is built on a solid foundation – on Christ – so I’m not worried about falling out of love and losing any butterfly feelings. I’m not worried about not being newlyweds anymore, technically, because we’ve got a lot of things going for us, like good examples from our parents, commitment to each other, support from the people who love us, and a God that is capable of changing our hearts even when they go a little astray.
So here’s to you, mister, a man who knew what he was getting into but chose to marry this girl anyway. The only one to blame is yourself.
Of course, I didn’t get someone normal either.