This weekend we had family pictures done. I waited anxiously all day for the sneak peeks to be posted. Once they were, I paged through them ooo-ing and ah-ing over each picture and telling Darren to “look at this one” over and over. But, when it came to this photo, I didn’t have anything to say. It took my breath away. This is us. To some, it may just be a picture of two people holding hands. To me, its a symbol of so much more.
When I stood at the altar and said my vows, I really had no idea the depth of the words I was saying. I meant them the best way I knew how in that moment, but I had no idea. Almost 9 years deep, our marriage has been through so much. More than many marriages face in a life time. But through it all, there was us.
Through my parent’s divorce.
Through the loss of our church.
Through new jobs.
Through health struggles and sickness.
Through natural disaster.
Through times of financial need and plenty.
As my family crumbled and my sense of self waivered, you were there, holding my hand. You didn’t have to stay, to pick up all the lost and shattered pieces. You stayed and helped me piece each shard back into place. You have shown me patient and unconditional love. You have shown me, I am worth fighting for. You have shown me, I am enough.
I have doubted many things, but I have never doubted us.
What I see, when I look at this photo, is two people who choose, every single day, to love each other. Some days that choice is harder to make than others. But we choose it, continually. We choose to stand, united. You and I.
Our world has crumbled around us time and time again. Banging and crashing and begging us to fall with it. We haven’t fallen, because we haven’t let go.
I look at how far we have come in this 8 3/4 years of marriage and my heart bursts. Not a moment has been easy, but every moment has been worth it. Thank you for standing with me.
Matthew 19: 6 What God has joined, let no man separate.
**Photo credit to Amelia Zobrist Photography