It seems like it was just yesterday that I first gave him my heart. I was a young, starry-eyed girl of sixteen and completely smitten. We were juniors in high school and he asked me to the prom and what was really only meant to be a date to the dance, turned into the rest of our lives.
Looking back, I realize how very young we were when we fell in love. Barely even old enough to know what love was. We were just kids. And now, here we are in our forties, still crazy-in-love, with two kids of our own. Season after season and year after year, we've grown up together and covered a lot of ground. Twenty years is a lot of time to learn how to love someone well.
Our love for each other and our commitment to us has been tested and tried in the fires of life. We've fought and made peace. We've ached and found healing. We've cried and laughed more. We've wrestled, only to grow. We've lost and won big. And by the grace of God, though many marriages have fallen apart around us, ours has miraculously grown stronger and deeper. Truer and richer. Refined by the flames instead of destroyed by them. Truly the work of our great and loving and generous God.
Happy Anniversary, my Love. There is no one I would rather be sharing this life with than you. You have my heart and I know I have yours as well. I look forward, with great hope and anticipation, to the next twenty plus years of our life together and I imagine them to be our best years yet.