Wind and Bone

In 1999, my grandparents celebrated their 50th anniversary, and my aunt and uncle their 25th. At the time, I believed those milestones were reserved for the mature and, well, more senior members of the family. I recall the anniversary celebrations that took place that summer, and marvelled at the commitment, patience, fortitude, and grace it must require to achieve such marriage success. And that’s not even mentioning LOVE – such a small word which in our funny English language seems to lack the depth and breadth of it’s counterpart in other tongues. Day in and day out, through changes and troubles and victories and heartaches; sticking together on a life-long journey… an accomplishment that deserved to be lauded.

1999 was also the year in which I got married. Which if you can do basic arithmetic, leads to the conclusion that this year, Jeremy are I are celebrating 25 years of marriage (my aunt and uncle 50 years, and my grandparents 75 years!). Following the natural progression of thoughts from the first paragraph, my husband and I now fall into the category of “mature and more senior”. We are the ones who have journeyed day in and day out, through changes, troubles, victories and heartaches. Through fights and make-ups, rebellious teens and parenting joys, sleepless nights and early mornings, through tears and exhaustion and lots and lots of laughter, we have ended up here, at the beginning of the next 25.

I am so grateful to Jeremy for being a man who is passionate, strong, sacrificial, and sensitive. A man who is not afraid to cry in worship or laugh with great enthusiasm. You are a man who is ALL IN. You have travelled with me through sunshine and shadow, and I would not want to go forward with anyone but you. I love you and am elated to share this milestone with my best friend.