In 2018, my grandparents on both sides of my family will celebrate their sixtieth wedding anniversaries.
Shaun and I marked six years of marriage on November fifth.
Our years are few by comparison, but I hope that one day six will be sixty.
I did not write last year, to mark five years, because it was too hard. The times come when everything seems to crash around you, and a year-and-a-half later, we are still sifting through the pieces.
Together. Thank God.
I have fallen in love with Shaun even more fiercely over the last year. His character has truly been tested, and has not been found wanting. I admire and strive after his faithfulness, integrity, loyalty, compassion, and self-sacrifice.
And, also, I’m completely smitten with his post-Army curly hair and beard. 🙂
I was cleaning out a closet not long ago, and found two shoe-box size plastic bins. One held all of the letters and cards I sent to Shaun while he was in Army basic training. The other held cards from our wedding, and most of the correspondence we received over our first year of marriage, while we were living in Texas.
Seeing the cards and letters transported me back to our one-bedroom apartment in El Paso. I got a bit teary, re-reading the encouragement people sent to us as newly-weds, living a new life in a new place. It was a hard year. It’s taken me a while (the last five years) to realize just how hard. Those cards and letters bolstered us through the difficulty.
I was terribly remiss in thanking the senders of those cards and letters for their thoughtfulness and encouragement–but I was grateful then, and possibly, I am even more grateful now. The difficulties come and go and change, but we know that we are not alone in them.
Happy anniversary, my love. And thank you to everyone who has encouraged us, shared their wisdom with us, and smiled and laughed and cried with us over the years. I hope there will be many more years to come.