On June 3, 2000, I promised “forever” to Clay. We were a couple of starry-eyed kids who had basically no clue about life; we just knew we wanted to experience it together. And experience it we have. In our nine years, we’ve had 13 jobs between us, six moves, five vehicles, four babies, one miscarriage, one trip back in time to primitive rural Ecuador, three dogs, five cats, one iguana, seven fish, one mortgage, seven family funerals, six churches, one car theft, several heartaches, and immeasurable joy. Goodness. No wonder I’m tired all the time. As I said last year, God is merciful to not show us everything the future holds. I was never one to embrace change or adventure, preferring instead to remain in the comfortable familiar. I would have been scared to death had I known what was in store. Not that it’s been all hard or difficult, but there has been so much change and chaos in our lives to this point. But through all the change, through all the chaos, our relationship has remained constant. We had no clue what was coming, we just wanted to face it together. And together, here we are. Nine years later, stronger than we ever could have been without all the chaos. Our prayer is that things will settle down now that we’re here in our new place. We’d love to put down roots here and raise our family and build a fruitful ministry. But maybe not. Who knows what God has in store? All I know is however many or few days He gives us until one of us goes Home, we are together. Hand in hand, we’re facing life as one. I am so thankful for my husband. I do not say that enough. Thank you, God, for Clay.
Happy anniversary, babe. I love you.