We've finally begun unpacking in earnest and one of the joys has been finding family photos. I found a small book of wedding photos that didn't make it into our wedding album...and I opened it up and for a second, I couldn't believe we were ever so young. It was only six years ago (seven years in April) but I looked at the picture of my husband and I under the shady trees at Heritage Park, or the huge grin my husband had on his face as I walked down the aisle, and I thought about all the things that Rob and Krista hadn't gone through yet.
We hadn't learned to depend on each other. We hadn't yet gone through 2006 (the year that will forever remain in my memory as both the best and the utter worst of times.) We hadn't moved into (and out of) three apartments. We hadn't been parents yet. We hadn't gone through the roller coaster of a high risk pregnancy and a child in the NICU. We hadn't set up one night playing "pass the baby" as we dealt with an inconsolable preemie newborn who wanted to do anything but sleep.
As much as we loved each other then---enough to get married and make all sorts of very scary promises about life and love and fidelity and friendship in front of family and friends---I can honestly say that no matter what we thought love was then, we didn't know the half of it. Love isn't all flowers and poetry--most of the time, it's just about being there for the other person, no matter how bad it gets, or what life throws at you, and rising in the morning to do it all over again because you promised your partner you would.
So, nearly seven years out and after a whole range of ups and downs and everything in between...I wouldn't change a thing. We were younger then, but we're wiser and happier now. :-)
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- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
2 comments:
What a tender testament - such a perfect definition of love. I'm happy for you because you know.
I'm printing this out.
Oh, Carole. Thank you *blush* :)
-Krista :)
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