Joanne and I have been married for going on seven years. That’s at the same time nothing to write home about and something amazing! Seven years of marriage usually means the seven-year itch, right (full-on Marilyn Monroe style)? For us, it couldn’t be further from the truth.
Recently, we’ve been reflecting a lot on our marriage, and I’ve come to one very clear conclusion – Joanne is not the same woman I married seven years ago. That’s right, she’s just not the same 24-year-old girl I stood at the altar with in sunny Jacksonville. She’s better. I can’t believe that’s even possible, but it’s true – she’s better in every way. When we got married, I knew it was right because we knew so much about each other. But I was wrong – she’s better now because I see her better now that I did seven years ago.
- I’ve seen her holding a fluffy golden retriever as we tried to figure out a name.
- I’ve seen her set up our first home.
- I’ve seen her move out of that home (and again, and again, and again).
- I’ve seen her train for the River Run.
- I’ve seen her worship God.
- I’ve seen her laugh.
- I’ve seen her cry.
- I’ve seen her disappointed.
- I’ve seen her go through an unthinkable hurt.
- I’ve seen her pick up the pieces.
- I’ve seen her believe.
- I’ve seen her joyful.
- I’ve seen her in pain.
- I’ve seen her scared.
- I’ve seen her hold her first child (and second, and third, and fourth).
- I’ve seen her become a mother.
- I’ve seen her trust me.
- I’ve seen her love me.
my heart is full reading this! so great...
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