Nineteen years

Nineteen years ago today, I said “I do” to the love of my life.

I was the ripe old age of 18, and Tim was 20.

On December 2nd 1990, seismologists were predicting an earthquake – “The Big One” on the New Madrid fault line, which is close to us. Some relatives even suggested we move the date of our wedding around this prediction. However, we politely declined this advice.

The New Madrid “big one” never happened.

Through the years we have learned that “for richer” doesn’t have to mean material wealth – we are rich in love and in all that God has blessed us with.

“For poorer” can give opportunities to not only be creative (I could write cookbooks on 101 ways to eat bread), but also to build faith in God’s provision.

“in sickness” can range anywhere from running to Wal-Mart to get your husband cold medicine at 3:00 a.m to dealing with the emotional roller coaster of infertility, to my husband tending my constant needs as I lay dying at home.

“Forsaking all others” no matter how much weight is gained,  hair is lost, and nerves are frayed. Divorce is never an option. (Although I’m pretty sure we’ve both had thoughts of cast iron skillets or rolling pins… 😉 )

“As long as we both shall live.” 

And I pray that God grants us many more years together.

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5 thoughts on “Nineteen years

  1. Oh my goodness I love your wedding dress and hat! Tim looked very handsome too. Happy Anniversary (belated) and what a wonderful post.

    Blessings,
    Tammy

    1. Thanks, Tammy.
      My mom made the hat – she also made our wedding cake and all of the flowers. She’s a very talented and creative woman.

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