Remember that sweet June evening when we said our vows under those beautiful trees in Love County? We decided not to write our own because, knowing the two of us, you probably would have struggled to get five full sentences down and I probably would have still been furiously writing after six or seven pages. ;) We’re very different, you and I, but in the midst of all the messes we’ve waded through together, we always come back to those vows. Those covenant promises we made to walk shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand until death separates us. For better or for worse, it’s you and me.
I think we can both admit, though, that saying vows is much easier than keeping vows. Since the moment we stepped off of that stage, we’ve learned that we had and still have a lot of expectations for each other, that sometimes the little things are wayyyy more irritating than the big things, and that serving each other does not come naturally. With that said, I have a few new vows I would like to make to you.
— I vow to keep turning your socks right side out, even when it drives me crazy that you don’t do it yourself.
— I vow to do my best not to use the words “always” and “never” in a fight, because they aren’t realistic.
— I vow to not stick my cold feet on you under the covers when you’re almost asleep.
— I vow to stop judging your Amazon obsession.
— I vow to forget your gross, weird, unattractive moments and keep totally crushing on the sexy beast you are.
— I vow to teach you more about empathy and let you teach me more about logic.
— I vow to try to stop gasping uncontrollably when you go all ‘The Fast & The Furious’ on me in the truck.
— I vow to take your secrets to my grave, including the funny iPhone videos I’ve taken of you when you weren’t paying attention.
I can’t promise that I’ll always love you 100% unconditionally, because I’m a sinner, so I’m pretty much guaranteed to mess this marriage thing up a lot. But I can promise to run toward Jesus with everything I have, to respect you, to apologize when I fail, to trust God’s plans for our marriage, and to love you as hard as I can because He loved us first, and that’s the only way we can love each other in return.
I love you so much, kid. You’re the coolest guy ever, and I can’t believe I get to be married to you. ♥
P.S. I also can’t promise that I will stop stealing the covers, because I’m asleep when I do it and literally have no control over that. #sorryyyyyy
This post is part of “Married Monday,” a series I started in order to expose myths and lies we’ve been told about married life, celebrate moments of joy and growth, chew on hard truths and sprinkle them with grace, and remind others (and myself!) that marriage doesn’t work without Christ in it. I have lots of ideas, but I’d love your input too! What topics would you like to see covered?