It’s 5 something am, and as I roll up to the red light, the truck beside me rolls down the window, and the driver sheepishly smiles at me. I can’t help but giggle.
While today’s events will follow every other day’s routine, today is anything but “routine”. Today is the day that Will and I celebrate twenty years of choosing each other.
Twenty years of disagreements…
Twenty years of playfulness…
Twenty years of frustrations…
Twenty years of apologies…
Twenty years of choosing not to give up…
Twenty years of choosing to give in…
Twenty years of honoring our vows…
Twenty years of asking Him to lead us…
There are no balloons, no fancy meals, no lush vacation, no elaborate gifts…
There is simply a man and a woman, husband and wife, that acknowledge neither are perfect, that both can be quite a challenge, and still they choose, every single day, their perfect-for-them partner.
Happy Anniversary, Will
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