Today marks the fourth year Dave and I have been married. We’ve known each other for seven; we dated for three. In these past 4 years, we’ve had a total of eleven jobs, lived in six homes, gone through seven vehicles, and managed to not only keep our sanity, but also to grow up together. I was 19, he was 20… we’ve done a lot of growing up. We have each changed by immeasurable amounts, but every change we make seems to mimic a change in the other and we have become immeasurably closer through it. We teach each other, have so much fun together, and learn how life works together. Life isn’t perfect and marriage isn’t perfect, but I think what we have is about as close as it can get.
David is one of those very rare men in the world who is genuinely a wonderful person. Godly, kind, honest, intelligent, compassionate, and giving. He has seen me at my absolute best, and he’s helped me be better. He has seen me worse than I ever knew I could be, and he has loved me still. He’s a wonderful, wonderful man – and it’s my pleasure and my honor to be called his wife. Happy anniversary, David. I love you.