Valentine’s Day is always a special time for me, not only because of this annual romantic holiday that can offer a special opportunity for romance and appreciation of the ones we love, but also because my wedding anniversary falls on the 17th. We had a red rose wedding, simple and elegant with that hint of the classic Valentine’s day theme. It was beautiful, really. I wanted to marry my man on the day we met, two years prior. I love that we can celebrate our love from the very beginning every year.
There are so many reasons why I am incredibly blessed to be married to my guy. Marriage is a tricky thing. I’ve seen many crumble into tiny pieces of pain, while others dissolve over lapses of tattered time. I’ve watched beloved friends rebuild their lives, after devastating blows to their heart. I am well aware of the gambling game I play as I roll the dice every day. I’d like to think that how we nourish and nurture each other may rule in our favor, while going against the odds. I’ve written a fair amount of that, here.
My husband is a keeper. I got lucky, ladies. I got really lucky.
Of course, I believe he was hand picked by God for me. I am constantly struck by the strength within our bond, as we continue to build our lives together- through all the hard moments and precious pieces that string together almost effortlessly. We are growing closer every day, finding our passion and discovering more dreams and desires while clinging to the safe security of each others trust. And through each and every turn, I’m soaking in the love and adoration from my man.
One of the greatest gifts he has given me through the years, is how he always tells me I am beautiful. He doesn’t just say this when I actually work at it- but more importantly and quite crucially, he tells me when I least expect it, or feel I deserve it. There’s something so intrinsically fulfilling to know your man truly thinks your beautiful.
Did I tell you he’s a keeper? Yeah.
Today I am over at Scary Mommy with one of the most intimate pieces I’ve ever written. It makes me tremble with both intense vulnerability and deeply profound appreciation for my man, as we celebrate 14 years of our marriage. We have experienced enough challenges and triumphs to realize that in the hardest places, love will either rise to battle or fall in defeat. This piece speaks to our love rising through a significant change in my life, and ultimately his too.
I’d be so grateful, if you went on over to read it. It’s perhaps one of my favorite essays I’ve ever written. You can read it HERE.
Here’s to love, in it’s many forms with many people.
May you FEEL it, this Valentine’s Day- and always.