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Sunday, June 23, 2013

Seasons of Love

::525,600 minutes, how do you measure, measure a year::

I’ve had this song on my mind lately. Today is our first anniversary and I’ve been thinking a lot about everything this first year of marriage has held within it. If I’m being completely honest, we are in a very different place than I thought we would be on our first anniversary. But as the saying goes, if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. Clearly God has his own plans for us, and that’s OK too.

But while we may not be quite where I would have guessed we would be, there’s no one I would have rather had by side these last 365 days than Sean.


::In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights. In cups of coffee. In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife::

Many of the things I love most about marriage, as I’ve known it so far, lie within the magic of ordinary life. In dinners made and enjoyed together. In nights on the couch watching a favorite TV show or movie. In Saturday mornings at the gym. In middle-of-the-day phone calls just to say “hi.” In hands held underneath the dinner table. In walks with the dog. In softball games. In shopping trips. In projects around the house. In apologies. In bedtime prayers and conversation.
::In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died::
Of course, much of this first year is also marked by the big moments – vacations, job changes, holidays, losses, hospital stays and health scares. Many of these were the most defining for us. Just when we thought we already had it down, we learned again how to hold each other up when life tries to bring you to your knees. We discovered new strengths, and new weaknesses, too. We saw friendships grow and witnessed the power of being surrounded by people with whom you can share a meal, a secret, and a soul. We disagreed and butted heads and, no doubt, just plain pissed each other off. But above all, we loved each other—fiercely.
::It’s time now to sing out, though the story never ends. Let’s celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Seasons of love::

I will never forget this first year of marriage, measured in all of the moments of both happy and sad. But our story is just beginning. There are endless more lessons to learn, laughter to share, strife to endure and overcome. Celebrate, we will, because for the last 525,600 minutes we’ve loved. And love is all we need.

1 comment:

  1. Happy Anniversary! A big year for you guys - I bet year 2 will have some great things in store for you!

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