Life is hard.
Love is hard.
In nearly 8 years of marriage we have weathered so much.
Job upheavals and uncertainties.
4 minor car accidents
(7 if you count the times people hit our parked cars)
65 hours of labor.
14 months of all-day nausea.
Several deaths in the family.
Tragedies among our friends and loved ones.
Friends moving away.
3.5 years of lost sleep (with more months of this to come)
Exhaustion and Stress.
We've seen so many good times too.
First looks at four little faces.
First giggles and steps.
Laughter, fun, and sunshine.
Meals with great friends.
Mommy's little helpers.
Little boy kisses.
Vacations and camping.
A child's prayer for salvation.
Massaging out the fatigue.
Singing, dancing, little children.
Dreams coming true.
The love of family.
More than enough.
Loved ones finding new life in Christ.
God's strength when we have none of our own left.
New friends and old friends.
Being best friends.
A comfortable love.
This Valentine's Day I'm remembering. I'm weighing out our days together and I am thankful.
There is no one else I'd rather be doing this life with.