The white dress hung on my closet door, its thick satin hem hugging the floor. The layers of tulle under its skirt made me feel like a princess before I even wore it. There were no shoes waiting for me to slip on Cinderella-style… I was going African-style, barefoot and fancy-free. I closed my eyes for the last time as a single woman and woke up ready to marry the man of my dreams. Ten years ago. I was wrapping flowers in ribbons, and reading over my vows with nervous excitement. I was so ready to embark on this awesome thing called marriage.
When the time came to walk down the green carpet that I pretended was grass on my bare feet, my dad had tug my arm back a bit to keep me from running down the aisle towards Matthew. The ceremony was so beautiful, and so long, and so short, all at once. Our lips had never touched and I just couldn’t wait to seal our commitment with a kiss never to be forgotten. His face was so young. We never know how we will change. Ten years ago.
We vowed that we would never leave each other until death separated us. We vowed before God and many witnesses. We vowed that we would love one another through sickness and health, good times and bad, in rich times and in poor. We’ve experienced so much in ten years, and we still say “I do”.
When we fell asleep side by side for the first time, it was the most thrilling thing I have ever experienced. It is still my favorite thing about being married. It is pure, holy, and excellent. The greatest theft from our marriage are those few nights when we have been unable to resolve something before falling asleep, and the closeness of our bed turns from being a blessing into a curse. The foothold that the devil can steal from under us is so great during those times. The flip-side is that when we repent and forgive, the depth of ground regained is even greater than that stolen in the first place. Making up is a beautiful thing.
Ten years of loving, giving, taking, repenting, crying, forgiving, communicating, laughing, babies, toddlers, kids, traveling, trusting, growing, and changing… it has been the best decade of my life. Matthew, let’s get married again!