I have written about 6 different opening sentences for this post. And I deleted all of them because it is so hard to put three years into a single blog post.
Three years ago today, Randy and I went on our first date after he graduated from the FBI National Academy. Our date happened ten weeks after he asked me out…which happened to be the day before he left for ten weeks.
Which happens to probably be the best thing that could have happened to us. Our relationship began with a lot of phone calls, text messages, emails, and letters. And when we were finally face to face, it was like we had never been a part. It felt like we had been together and known each other forever.
Only we hadn’t.
Oh, the things that we have learned about each other.
In three years we have won and lost elections, moved each other in and out of houses and apartments, experienced life and death, weddings and divorces, we have traveled from one side of the country to the other, spent countless hours of “windshield” time together, bought cars, totaled cars (although most of that was me…), we learned to kayak, we have explored A LOT of bookstores, acquired too many books, we have dealt with family issues, friend issues, we broke up once and got back together (longest three weeks that have ever existed), learned how to parent together, gone through one surgery, a few bad colds, introduced each other to new (old) music, watched more movies than I could list, cried a little, and laughed a whole lot.
Three years of seeing God’s faithfulness in our lives on a daily basis, three years of learning how to love each other better, three years of each day being better than the day before (even when it wasn’t).
Here’s to the rest of our lives being AT LEAST this good!