It’s our 96 monthaversary today.
For the math-challenged, that’s 8 years.
Ever since the first month of our marriage, we’ve celebrated our monthaversaries. It’s really all Mr. TommyD’s doing. I often forget it’s the 15th. But then at the end of the day I’ll find a card on my pillow, or I’ll wake up with a note on the fridge or an email during the day, reminding me that it’s our monthaversary and saying something sweet.
I married up, what can I say? :)
8 years has simultaneously flown by and seemed like a lifetime. I look at pictures of our wedding and think, who are those people?? They are so ridiculous. They don’t know what they’ve gotten into. It will be better and harder than they know.
I also look at our wedding day pictures and think, wasn’t that just a few weeks ago? Then I get tugged on by one of our four children and realize that it was definitely *not* just a few weeks ago.
Being married to Tom is being married to someone who sees possibilities where I see roadblocks. Someone who tries new foods and takes new routes to an old destination (preferably in a fast car), someone who wants to advance when I say, “Retreat!”
Being married to Tom is being married to someone who likes an old song, sung a new way and wants to see just how much gritty electric guitar he can get away with on Sunday morning service.
It’s being married to someone who is a risk-taker and an envelope-pusher in his work. He wants to do things better, smarter and more efficiently than anyone else. He’s someone who is becoming sure of the strengths God has given Him and wants to use them to his fullest ability.
And I’m almost none of those things.
So, for this risk-averse, change-avoiding, let’s-keep-the-status-quo, if-it’s-not-broke-don’t-fix-it, old-friend-preferring, nostalgic wife, I’m thankful for who God has made Tom to be. And my life-long endeavor is to grow and not wane in my appreciation of our differences.
The Lord was wise and good to bring us together!