Today is my fourth wedding anniversary. Five years ago today, I met my husband for the first time. That was exactly one week after walking on the beach, chatting with God and making peace with the idea that I might be single for the rest of my life. I had spent a very long time believing I had been married once, I didn't get a second chance with that. After several conversations and many, many nights on my knees, I finally gave it all up and just handed it over to God. My prayer that windy day in Westport went something like "Lord, I confess that I have been lying to myself for years. I would like to be married but only if that is what You want for me. Please keep me away from men who would not be honoring to You. If I am meant to be single, please know that I am ok with that idea, too." My prayer wrapped up with my asking God that if He WAS going to bring a man into my life, could he have brown hair, blue eyes, be about 6 ft. 3" and own a beach house (but I was flexible on the last two...).
One week. One week later, Aaron literally came to my front door. He came with his best friend, who was part of my singles' group at church but... he came. He'd tell you our first meeting wasn't all that grand. I kept turning my back on him. We laugh about it now because it's true but not for the reasons he likes to toss out there. June 18th we met, by Labor Day weekend we were practically inseparable. The first time he told me he was going to marry me was October. He officially asked in February and we were married one year to the day we met.
It has been the best five years of my life.
My husband is an amazing, wonderful, loving, gentle, generous man of God. He is the best father I have ever seen - he teaches C with amazing patience. I sit in absolute awe whenever I watch the two of them. Nothing our 9 year old says is unimportant or wastes his time. He laughs at the simplest, most wonderful things and allows his little boy to be a little boy - with all the wonder that comes from new discovery. Aaron may have learned it all years ago but as he listens to how things look through C's eyes, he might as well be learning it for the first time.
He loves to go to garage sales, can't function without his morning latte and talks with me in the funkiest of accents - just for fun. I have never laughed as hard or as much as I have since I met him (although my older son does bring me pretty close sometimes).
It has been five years and I am not bored with him or of him. He makes me smile every time I think of him (even when he has made me so angry I don't have words). He melts my heart with barely a touch and has me looking forward to every moment I get to be with him, missing him immensely when he is gone.
I love you, Aaron, more than words can say. I am most grateful to God for hearing my prayer on my beach that day and for bringing you, literally to my front door.
Happy Anniversary, my love.