Two Years

I'm hard to live with once in a while a lot of the time. But the man who has to do it makes it look easy. When I'm selfish and whiny, he's patient and gentle. When I'm a mess, he's strong and steady. When I am unlovable, he responds with grace.

His remodeling knowledge and ability blows most people away--they're amazed to see what we're doing with the house and to hear that he's doing all of it himself. He's got mad grilling skills. He gives fantastic backrubs. And have I ever mentioned that he's pretty hot? :)

More than what he can do, I love his heart. For the last six weeks or so, he's come home from long days at work and shouldered much more than his share of the load--cooking, grocery shopping, even scrubbing the bathtub. All of it without a single complaint, just an attitude of generous servanthood. And the fact that he has acted this way didn't surprise me; it was typical. It sure has blessed me, though. I don't ever want to take for granted this treasure God has given me.

Two years ago this afternoon we promised to spend the rest of our lives loving each other. By God's grace alone, we'll keep those promises--and starting in August, we'll watch that love overflow to a growing family. I can't wait to raise children with this incredible man--I hope they are a lot like their daddy.

Happy anniversary, Steve.