My sister-in-law is getting married. It’s all romantic and rushed in a we-can’t-wait-to-be-married way. Then there’s the handful of others in my life getting engaged or planning futures together, in the midst of young, blossoming love.
All of it has me thinking back on our own love story. Five years isn’t a long time to be married, yet that first year of marriage seems like ages ago. It’s hard to recall what life was like before houses, babies, and crazy work hours. It’s harder still to remember what it felt like to first be in love: the butterflies in the stomach, the ache to just be near each other, and the promise that you’d never take for granted the gift of not having to say goodnight.
In five years, life happens. Some days you feel like ships passing in the night, and you most certainly take for granted not having to say goodnight, because only getting to see each other then just isn’t enough. And one day you realize you’ve almost forgotten what it was like to be that young girl in love with a boy and willing to give up everything you’ve known to be with him.
And yet, the love hasn’t faded. The giddy, early love has perhaps, but it has been replaced by a constant, truer love. A love that takes work and sacrifice. A love that ebbs and flows with the days, but is steadily getting stronger and stronger. A love that is untouched by a big fight or a season of long work hours. A love that delights in the easy times, and perseveres in the harder ones.
Thanks to some airline miles and saving, Andy and I were able to get away for a few days for our 5th anniversary. It was so weird to be without the kids for that long, and we certainly missed them, but we needed that time with just the two of us. Truth be told, I’m not the same girl that first fell in love with that cowboy. She was just a shadow of the woman God is molding me into. He’s not the same boy I fell in love with either. If we didn’t take the time to get to know each other over and over again as we grow, we’d find ourselves waking up one day not knowing the person we were married to…and that’s a very dangerous place to be in.
Sometimes I may forget what it was like to be nervously holding hands with Andy, watching love stir and grow in my heart for him. My love for Andy and with Andy may have its seasons and changes. Yet, he’ll always be my cowboy and I’ll always be his girl…and that’s enough for me.