Posted by [email protected] on May 1, 2012 at 11:00 PM
The day I married Matt has topped my "best day of my life" chart for nearly 11 years now. It was a glorious, sunshiny August day on the sandy shore of Redondo Beach, California. Guests arrived as hymns mingled with the sound of crashing waves; surfers hollered their congratulations from their boards; and Matt and I vowed "to love one another as we have been loved, forgive one another as we have been forgiven, and try together to better understand ourselves, the world, and God, through the best and the worst of what is to come, as long as we both shall live." We danced the cowboy cha cha, were toasted by loved ones, and laughed until we cried.
And then there was the day our first child was born. The moments that immediately followed Caleb's birth were nearly on par with the joy we experienced on our wedding day three years prior. I pray I never forget the sound of my husband's tear-laden voice saying "he's so beautiful... he's so beautiful... he's so beautiful," before I even laid eyes on our son. Oh, and then there was the miracle softness of my newborn's cotton candy skin.
17 months later an ultrasound revealed we were expecting another boy. When news of a second son came we laughed. Both Matt and I laughed. It was a different kind of laugh I'd ever experienced. A laugh that came rolling up straight from my soul.
And then the day our third born son arrived, his Brothers came to visit us at the hospital. Caleb was so proud to be a Big Brother again by the tender age of four. Brody, barely a toddler himself, came into the room carrying his stuffed horse "Party Hi!" They kissed their baby and my heart flooded with the verse, "A cord of three strands is not easily broken."(Ecclesiastes 4:12)
I've been blessed with marvelous memory making joys these past 11 years. And last week I had three hours that measured among my most cherished...
I've mentioned in a couple of past posts, (like this one and this one ) that we are in the process of searching for a new home. There was one home in particular that my husband loved, but a different one was my favorite. We were already putting an offer down on "Matt's house" but my heart kept revisiting the other. I got a call one afternoon from Matt: "I'm heading over to 'your house' with a builder to see if we can afford to buy it and do the remodel it would require." They were there for three hours. Three blissful ours. Blissful not because my hopes were high... Blissful because my husband was trying to prefer my desires above his own.
As things turned out we didn't get either of those two homes. Mine would have cost too much, the kitchen was too small and located in a weird place, and the lot seemed to be home to a whole colony of Rattlesnakes; while Matt's house was perfect on the inside but lacked a backyard for the boys.
And the search continues. But forever, forever, forever... I will count those three hours as some of the finest in our marriage.