Fourteen Years

5,110 days ago I married The Mister. 

And he, amazingly, married me. 

We aren't the same people we were when we walked down that long isle dressed in our prettiest clothes. 

Little did we know that those fine clothes and happy smiles would be tested and torn. The dresses of white often become dusty and flowers quickly fade. 

We also didn't know that there would be days of feasts, and days of famine. There would be big decisions and harder choices. 

There would be dying to self, and experiencing the closest thing to Love that we can know this side of heaven. 

The Mister and I spent our first summer together as friends. Just holding hands, walking and talking. The next summer we were engaged. The next, married.

We have spent 14 years, holding hands, being friends. Walking a road that has exercised our hearts in ways we never imagined. 

Every blessed day has been totally worth it.

We've fallen into a great place in marriage where are content with who we are, who we've become, and who we consistently struggle to be. 

It hasn't always been easy, but it has been so very good. 

To my sweet Mister~ Thank you for lavishly loving me. For sparing no expense when it comes to your heart. 

I love laughing with you, working with you, playing with you. 

Most of all, I like living life with you.

I pray that next year on this day I will look back and say that I know you, and love you, more than I do today.