If you’ve been reading along as I retell our love story, hand written by our Great God, I hope you’ve enjoyed it. To catch up, check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and The Proposal.
And here we are, six and a half years, two college degrees, one white dress, and 2-1/2 years of marriage later. He’s still hilarious. I’m still a spaz. He still calms me like no other. I still make him chuckle. It’s a beautiful thing to be in love.
We’ve had our share of hard times–what do you expect from a relationship between two hard-headed, Type A, “I’m always right”, my-way-or-the-highway firstborns? But WE are exactly what God wants us to be. He’s the logical to my emotional, the strong to my weak, the procrastinator to my over-achiever, the peanut butter to my jelly.
He’s my lobster.