Hey hunnie. Today is our Anniversary.
Seems like just the other day, actually yesterday, when we walked down the aisle, then danced ourselves crazy!
It was amazing and reminiscing about it brings tears to my eyes.
I remember our 1st year.
Didn’t we fight hunnie! Hahahahahahha!! Hahahahahahhaaaaa!!
Ohhh we fought. Fought so unfairly!
We fought over everything and anything.
The toothpicks, the Colgate, the road to drive through, the towels, the unfolded clothes, the dining table that hadn’t be cleared on time, the sink, the curtains, the decor, what was it with us!
I guess we had expectations held against each other and none of us wanted to bow down first. Our stances were hard and overtly bloated.
The first miscarriage almost tore us but we hang on.
I guess that’s why God needed the newly married to settle in for 1 year first, without doing anything, so that they can learn each other.
We were two lions fighting over territorial space, but love, i was wrong. I was so misplaced!
God hadn’t made me to roar.
Learning how to submit was an expectation too high to myself too.
An old tale, told too many times, but hard to practice!
I didn’t want to do it, not that i couldn’t.
I was so used to my space, my decisions, my time, my way of doing things and fitting into that shoe was a hard one for me.
Again, not that i couldn’t, but i was just not for it. I felt as if surrendering made me feeble and weak, yet it’s so contrary.
I remember challenging God, telling him how mean you are, and immediately, i got His rebuke.
The problem was me. Sure the Lord needed to prune you too but i needed to be one to make the first step.
He needed the change to come from me first. It’s true, we are the homemakers.
I am happy i obeyed His calling. It was hard but i did it.
His crash course was a hard one.
Painfully, step by step, i began the journey of building my home rather than tearing it. It had to be done.
I was not going to let my foolishness drag my marriage down.
I dug into God’s word and asked Him for wisdom.
I submitted and we mutually submitted.
Gosh! Didn’t things change!
The second and third miscarriage couldn’t shake our foundation.
We took it, and faced it.
We bore the brunt of being called barren, but it didn’t shake us.
We held on, we focused all our enegy on us and shut out every negative talk.
We learnt to fight fair.
We learnt to control our mouths.
We learnt to argue, without crumbling and wounding each other.
We cried, then we laughed.
We transgressed against each other, but learnt to quickly forgive, lest we miss out on moments that we would never recover.
We learnt that the goal is not to think alike but together.
We leant to fan each others strengths and cover each others weaknesses.
We learnt to pray and hold hands even when we are so mad at each other.
We leant to still entangle our legs together when sleeping even when hurt each other.
We learnt to agree that we need not agree in everything.
We learnt to support each other even when one of us is not agreeing to a certain project.
We built each other.
We learnt to extend grace to each other.
I am glad we decided to fight for our marriage. I am glad we choose US daily.
It doesn’t matter what the world says, but we still believe that marriage works!
I am grateful to be your Mrs.
Grateful that GOD fought and stills fights our battle(s).
I celebrate you hunnie, I am beyond blessed to be with you.
You are my breathe of fresh air everyday, my wind beneath my wings.
You are my lion! The priest of our family.
Baby is blessed to have you as a father.
With all of me, I love you so!
For better for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death does us part, the vows go unbroken and unscathed.
Thank you Jesus for the grace.
Yours for keeps.