Ten years ago we stood in our pastor's house at midnight on July 12, and made promises to each other. We promised to love and cherish. To stick it out, rich or poor, through health and sickness, no matter what would come our way. We promised that this marriage would last forever.
Two weeks later, we did it all over again in Arizona with my family. This time I had a fancy dress and we smooshed cake in each other's faces during the reception. It was good cake, chocolate with raspberry filling and butter-cream icing. But the thing I remember most is the look on Thomas' face when he saw me walking down the aisle, and making those promises again.
A third wedding with our friends and Thomas' family followed that October.
It has been ten years since our year of three weddings.
Ten years is a long time. Double digits. A decade. X.
So many people were sure we wouldn't make it. They tried to talk us out of getting married, sure that our personality and age differences were too big of a hurdle to overcome. We remember each person who stood with us, and supported us, and will be forever grateful for their love.
Those promises we made to each other have been tested and stretched, and we have stood firm, together.
We witnessed a miracle, and the birth of our daughter.
We made it through job changes and an unplanned move to a new city.
Thomas has supported me as I've pursued healing. And he has encouraged me to write - even when I write about him on his day off from work, his attempt to buy clothes for me, his insistence on making me watch youtube videos, and his crazy dreams.
He has proved himself to be an amazing father, and a wonderful husband.
I'm looking forward to our next ten years together, on our way to forever.
I love you, Thomas, with much muchiness and all my heart.