Dave and I have recently been hit with the fact that May and June are wedding hotspots.
This spring we have been overtaken with wedding invites. Many are from my past Young Women who have now grown up (I have served in the Young Women at our church a time or two before...just never as the president before this). Others are our friends' children who have found the love of their lives.
Yes, I just said our friends' children are getting married.
How's that for making it sound like we're old?
We decided that we wanted to come up with a signature gift. Something that we can give everyone and something fun to help them start off their future families together. When we got married someone gave us a great crepe pan, spatula and recipe kit that has become part of our family. We have used that stuff into the ground and it has become one of our favorite family activities to make crepes together on birthdays or on the rare lazy Saturday where we can figure in the time. So we decided to give something similar to all these kids getting married.
My point in bringing all this up is that all this wedding mumbo jumbo has brought me to a lot of pondering about weddings.
As each wedding invitation surfaces in the mail I marvel at how these young people can make such huge decisions. Some of them look like they're about 16-years-old! (They're not, but man they look so young!) How can they know all the variables that are coming their way? Do they realize how essential it is to pick the right person? Are they willing to put in the work and selflessness marriage involves? Do they have any clue what a rewarding and amazing ride they are in for?
Which leads me to overwhelming gratitude for Dave.
Because this very day marks the fact that sixteen years ago we were here:
Making vows to stick together forever.
I know. Cheese ball.
As I look back I realize that we were mere children just like the ones in all these wedding announcements coming our way.
(Yep, that's our wedding invitation.)
And that somehow, all those years ago, after so many prayers and much deliberation, I made the best decision of my whole life.
To get to spend forever with this man:
And to create this family with him:
How could I know all those years ago that he would always be so quick to apologize...even when things are mostly my fault. How could I know that he would get to know me almost better than I know myself and that he could build me up and love me the way he does? How could I know that he would be such an amazing father to our children and that the intricacies of his heart are the best I know? How could I know that he would stick with me even through the tough times (because of COURSE there are those along with the good ones), that he would put up with all my quirkiness and that we grow together like tree-branches intertwining.
I guess I couldn't know it clear back then, but I sure felt it.
And every year on June 23rd (and all through the year for that matter) I contemplate over and over again about how I am the luckiest girl I know.
How I hope that some day down the road all these young girls getting married will feel as lucky as I do.
And that they'll make lots of crepes along the way:)Labels: Dave, me
Making vows to stick together forever.
I know. Cheese ball.
(Yep, that's our wedding invitation.)
And to create this family with him:
How could I know all those years ago that he would always be so quick to apologize...even when things are mostly my fault. How could I know that he would get to know me almost better than I know myself and that he could build me up and love me the way he does? How could I know that he would be such an amazing father to our children and that the intricacies of his heart are the best I know? How could I know that he would stick with me even through the tough times (because of COURSE there are those along with the good ones), that he would put up with all my quirkiness and that we grow together like tree-branches intertwining.