Thirteen years ago today I got to marry my favorite person in the world. And to celebrate I'm getting on a plane to go to the Grand Canyon with my sisters. Now that's not right, is it?
We got married four days after my 21st birthday. PB was only 23. Man we were young. I had no idea what we were getting into. All I knew was that God was telling me to marry this man and I was happy to oblige.
I didn't know that I was marrying a man who would tell me to go ahead and take that mommies only 4 night trip to the Grand Canyon. And that I would be able to go on that trip without a second thought over if he can handle 4 nights alone with the kids. He can.
I certainly didn't anticipate the whole "in sickness and in health" part of our vows being put to the test during my bout with depression. He passed that test with flying colors. I didn't know that after 13 years one of my favorite things would still be a long car ride with my man. Or that hanging out on the couch together could still be so much fun more than a decade later.
I didn't know any of that.
But God did.
I'm so thankful that He did and that He chose PB for me.
Happy Anniversary PB! I love you very much!!!