It was eleven years ago, the Saturday before Easter, just like today. He asked, and I said yes.
I knew I loved Jeff, but I didn’t know what to expect. Sure, I had been told marriage takes work, and it’s not always easy. And I thought I understood that. But it’s a very different thing when you are the one who has to choose to love – even when you may not feel it.
We aren’t perfect. We fight. We bicker. Sometimes we unintentionally hurt each other. But we love much harder. And by love, I mean we still pursue each other, still choose to be with each other, and be fully in it, no matter what. Even after this long, we are still learning what marriage is.
I’ve seen marriages thrive and I’ve seen marriages crash. I don’t know how people do this without God – without His help and influence and prodding. Because choosing to love him means letting go of my selfishness. Every day.
I definitely didn’t totally know what I was in for. But Jeff is my Jeff. We are each other’s other. He’s still my favorite, and I would absolutely say yes again.
