Today is a pretty special day.
Six years ago today I married the love of my life. Little did I know that December 17th, 2005 would be the start of an amazing, challenging, eye-opening, challenging, encouraging, and yep you guessed it…challenging piece in the puzzle of my God-given life. It hasn’t been easy. It hasn’t been perfect. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. A question from a book that I read on marriage has stuck with me since the day I read it: “What if God designed marriage to make us holy more than to make us happy?” **Cue “deer in the headlights” facial expression.**
Once in awhile, Nate and I realize the situation we got ourselves into and recognize the craziness of it all. Six years of marriage, three years of dating, and one stinkin cute kiddo later, we never had any inkling of this happening 15 years ago. We knew each other long before we started dating. We were awkward 7th graders when we first met. Both of us would say if we had dated each other in high school, there’s no way in heck we would've lasted. So we usually thank God for his grace that allowed us to not let our hormones get the best of us ;-) Although, that would’ve been a sight to see…a punky, I’m-too-cool-for-school guy and an insecure, so-what-if-I-pretend-to-be-someone-I’m-not girl. Um yeah, if you’d like a visual of this description you should see the pictures from our junior year prom that we apathetically attended together.
**You might want to get your barf bags ready, because I’m gonna get pretty mushy in a second.**
I am grateful that 10 years ago, Nate started to boldly pursue me. I’m grateful that he kept pursuing me after I shot him down when he first asked me out.
I’m grateful that Nate is the optimistic one in the relationship. He’s usually the one to put my Debbie-downer attitude in check.
I’m grateful that through major life changes, Nate has led with a love that screams “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.”
I’m grateful that in my post-partum manic depressive emotional state, Nate continued to love and care for me, despite my ugliness.
I love this man that God has given me. We are perfect for each other. My weaknesses are usually his strengths, and my strengths are usually his weaknesses. Through Nate, God has shown me so much of myself…the good parts and the ugly parts. The parts of myself that I’d rather not see, but God chooses to use it to make me more like Him. I love that over the years we have learned to communicate better, love each other better, and challenge each other more. I am thankful for Nate’s hard-working nature that provides for me and Livi.
So, everybody raise your glasses…
Here’s to you my one and only love of my life, Nate Miller. Until death do us part!
And now for a few choice photos from our wedding day six years ago:
