Today is a special day in my life. Fourteen years ago, I married my perfect match and best friend. Sure, neither one of us is perfect on our own, but we’re perfect for each other. I had never dreamed I would be married at twenty-two (I intended to be on my own until I was at least as old as I am now), but it all just fell into place and I knew it was meant to be.
I’m not always easy to deal with and I’m closed off in my own head so much of the time, but Robert knows how to pull me out and when I need to just stay there. He’s seen me at my very worst, and fortunately, at my very best. We’ve shared happy momentous occasions, as well as the simplicity and joy of the small, quiet moments. We’ve seen what we thought was our dreams being crushed, and then discovered the dreams we were supposed to be following… and we learned to follow them together. We’ve sacrificed for each other and with each other, which has only grown us stronger.
A marriage is work, but it’s worth it. I’m not sure who or what or where I would be without Robert, and I don’t want to know. I wouldn’t be the same me I’m proud to have become if he had not been by my side. I know God brought us together, and I thank Him for my loving, encouraging, supportive, silly, fun, and all-around wonderful husband.
Fourteen years ago, we stood in a church, exchanged rings, and promised to be one together for the rest of our lives. Fourteen years ago, we danced to our song that still has the perfect lyrics for the way my husband makes me feel.