baby chris and baby em.
I’ve been with the man for twelve years now (due to the interminable dating process we subjected ourselves to when we were hardly old enough to be trusted with driving cars) and still to this day I have moments- while I’m washing dishes at the sink or folding laundry- when I can’t believe that we GOT our happy ending.
The journey to our wedding day was a struggle of epic proportions and I feel like it would be more apt to say that we limped down the isle rather than walked. But that moment when we said ‘I do” was like a gut-wrenching battle cry of victory. Things trembled and things exploded in triumph.
And we all cried like babies.
We got married on the day after Halloween, which meant our rehearsal dinner fell on a night of masks and costumes. I never expected that the next seven years (and counting) would be a process of learning to remove all my layers of masks and disguises so that I could love and be loved in deeper ways. I’m reminded of that truth on every single anniversary… now as I am putting the kid’s costumes back up in the closet after another year of festivites.
That’s what marriage has been for me these past seven years…
A peeling away.
A baring of self.
A laying aside of armor.
What an intensely wonderful thing.