Twelve years ago today I spoke two little words that not only forever changed the course of my life, but also enriched my life in ways I never imagined possible. Twelve years ago I married the man I truly believe God intended me to marry. I believe in my heart of hearts that God orchestrated our meeting. Our whirlwind (and certainly unconventional) union can be explained in no other way. [For those who are new to our story, Greg and I married after knowing each other seven short weeks. We married on our lunch hour and returned to work—at the same company.]
In twelve years we, like all married couples, have endured joy, pain, hardship and trials. We’ve celebrated, mourned, laughed (more than most folks will laugh in a lifetime), danced (a lot) and fought like cats and dogs on more than one occasion.
Along the way, we founded and continue to run a successful business together, celebrated two college graduations (Way to go, Brittany!), moved twice (Bless us!), bought a house, nearly lost our house, muddled through the Great Recession, traveled to Africa, expanded our family by adopting one child and four dogs, grieved the passing of two dogs, nursed each other through health scares and crises and surgeries, acquired many tattoos (both of us), traveled, played a lot of golf at some really awesome courses and mourned the loss of loved ones. We’ve made friends, lost friends and left a church that was our home for eight years. Perhaps the greatest thing I’ve witnessed in twelve years of marriage to this awesome individual is the Holy Spirit-breathed evolution of a great businessman, loving, loyal, dedicated and hardworking husband, outstanding father and an all around really great guy. And all glory to God, we’re still standing together.
Here’s to 40 x 40 x 40 x 40, to infinity and beyond, Gregory. I love you exponentially now more than the day I met you. And thanks to my founded fear of fine lines, wrinkles and age spots, I can now be the one to say, “Damn! You’re darker than me.”