My Love,
As I sit here, reflecting on what marriage means to me, I realize it’s not the fairy tale I once imagined. Instead, it’s a love story—one with forks in the road, highs, and lows, and chapters we might wish to rewrite.
At times, I find myself dreaming of the simplicity of fairy tales, where every moment is marked with happiness, where love is endless, and where bouquets of roses are regular. But in those stories, we’d miss out on the deep growth that life has to offer, the beauty of grace and forgiveness, and the sacrifices made in the name of love.
My deepest desire is for our story to evolve, and for both of us to continue the work, sometimes difficult, in becoming the individuals that God envisioned.
I want our children to witness a love that is real and raw, and to learn the art of navigating the highs and lows.
I want to grow old together, side by side, putting together puzzles – you do most of the work and let me swoop in with the last few pieces.
Carving out secret spots and memories for just the two of us in the woods.
And taking turns making each other’s morning coffee.
Today, our focus is not on where we’ve been. Today we celebrate who we are becoming.
We owe a debt of gratitude to the kids in this picture, who dove headfirst into love and life together. We also owe thanks to every trial that paved the way for us to reach this level of self-awareness, growing relationship wisdom, and the ability to navigate life – prayerfully, hand in hand.
Marriage is hard. There are chapters I wish we could erase, moments that sting. Yet, without those pages, the rest of our story wouldn’t exist. It is through those struggles that we find the strength to craft a truly remarkable ending to our love story.
Here’s to a new beginning and a happy ending.
XOXO | Mindy
