Our story is so typical, it's almost boring.
Girl introduces herself to boy during coffee time after church. Girl chats up boy on Facebook for two weeks. Boy asks Girl for coffee. Girl says yes. Eight months later, Boy asks Girl to marry him. Girl says yes. Eight months later, Boy and Girl make big promises to each other, move to the big city, start new jobs, get an adorable puppy, buy a little run-down house, start a little blog, and become all grown up together.
Or something like that.
Two years later, occasionally, I still have to pause and remind myself that this is all real, this life we've created together, that it's not just some happy dream.
We have a long way to go in life, the two of us. We are so young, niave, perhaps. I know it's not always going to be easy. Perhaps we won't always be this happy. We can't know what tragedies and struggles lie ahead for us. Maybe we'll discover the truth that our long married friends keep telling us, that marriage is hard, an effort.
I'm ok with that.
We aren't in this marriage alone. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
Song of Songs 8:6-7