It’s not a fairy tale.
That first online “smile.” Long nights on the phone. The first meeting, in the airport. Long weekend visits. Meeting families. A wedding at the beach.
A miscarriage. Two preemies. Sickness. Arguments.
All three kids: healthy. A sturdy home. A community we love. Lots of laughter. Family. Happiness. Incredible amounts of love.
I’m a lucky, lucky girl.
It’s not a fairy tale because it is real. It’s as real a marriage as a couple can have, this marriage between J and me.
Throughout the past ten years, we have sometimes picked this relationship apart piece by piece. At times, it has seemed as if nothing was sacred about this marriage at all.
This marriage is sacred. It has been sacred and strong all along. It is as strong as the dainty, nearly flawless diamond he gave me the October night he asked me to be his wife, so long ago.
J and I got married ten years ago today.
It was sunny and windy that April morning, with only small reminders of the rain from the night before. Sixty or so of our closest family and friends joined us for the morning wedding at St. Simons Island, Georgia– one of my favorite places in the whole, wide world.
I remember the gorgeous music. I remember the earnest, sweet seriousness in my J’s eyes and voice. I remember the way my voice wavered, trying hard to hold back my tears of happiness as we said our vows.
I can’t wear the dress anymore and he can’t wear the tux, either. We both wear different rings now. Life has been far different than we expected it to be, in those early days.
I love him more today than I ever thought was possible. It’s a privilege to be J’s wife.
I got to marry my best friend ten years ago today.
I’d do every bit of it all over again in half a heartbeat.
I can’t wait to see what the next ten years bring.
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