Twenty six years. We’re celebrating by getting a new alternator in his car and sitting with our youngest as he gets his last 3 baby teeth extracted. Because you have not truly celebrated your love until you’ve spent an anniversary in the waiting rooms of your local mechanic and family dentist. Why spend over a thousand dollars on a weekend away when you can pay for car parts and laughing gas?
But seriously, if a day can serve as a metaphor for lasting devotion through the messy, mundane, ridiculousness that comprises much of real life, it’s today. And there’s no one I’d rather have by my side than this guy who steadies us all with strength, grace, and good humor.
Years ago I wrote “Love bears all things” (1 Corinthians 13:7) on a chalkboard just inside our door. Our love has borne everything from crises and hopelessness, to parenting woes and the chronic inability to put away one’s clothes (him) or remember where they’ve put anything (me.)
A love that bears all things is not a natural love; it’s a supernatural love. And it can only come from above, from the living God who chooses to make his home in our hearts so that we can make a home that welcomes and binds up one another’s hearts.
Today, as we squeeze our child’s hand and pick up each other’s slack and keep cars running and hopefully sit down for a meal that someone else prepares, we’ll give thanks for the supernatural love that keeps seeing us through.