One year ago yesterday, Robert made me his wife.

We celebrated our anniversary a few weeks ago, with a trip to Iceland, and so yesterday we just spent a quiet evening with each other. We settled in with a slice of cheesecake and a glass of wine and a year’s worth of memories, and it was an evening of quiet wonder.

I could write a list (a very long one) of things I have learned in this year of being married, or things I am grateful for. But the thing which struck me with the most force yesterday was not a list of things I have learned in a year of marriage, but that, Lord willing, we don’t get just one. Marriage doesn’t end after the first year. Yesterday we celebrated one year of marriage, and it was wonderful. . . but this morning, we woke up on the first day of our second year. And I made coffee for two and my best friend kissed me when he left for work, and please God, we will get to do this another year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and my breath catches when I realize the enormity of this gift God has given us. I am so inestimably grateful for this year, so very thankful for the gift of this year that we didn’t deserve. And I am so very, very thankful that, if God pleases, we don’t get just one.

This is the first day of the rest of our lives.


photo credit: sarah marcella

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