On Sunday we will have been married for one year, although if I’m being honest it feels that in just the short 365 days we have experienced more life together than in the 24 years spent individually before this. We did everything they tell you not to do- get married (semi) young, move away from your families immediately after the wedding to one of the most expensive cities in the world with one of you not having a job. We had people tell us we were dead wrong, that we were sacrificing “newlywed bliss” by inserting ourselves into highly stressful lifestyle in a dark and heavy city. But what they didn’t take into account with us was that we promised, in our vows, to live a life of adventure together. We promised to pursue this world with passion and vigor, forsaking all else for the joy set before us. We promised each other that we would never let the other person give up on their dreams and to be a constant support system for each other as we faced sickness and job loss and everything else that comes with truly living. What they didn’t know was that we both agreed at age 13 that together we would make a difference in this world someday, and that doesn’t come from staying comfortable, that comes from putting yourself in tough situations and fighting your way out together. They didn’t take into account that our friendship was enough to cover that first year of normal marital missteps and that when we didn’t know what to do, that God would cover the rest.
We didn’t know that New York would be this hard or this fun or that we would experience such highs and such lows that we would be forced to understand ourselves and each other from completely new perspectives. We didn’t know that moving to New York was going to put us in such a place of dependency upon Him and upon each other that sometimes you feel like you might just crack, but that having each other would keep us from actually falling apart. We didn’t know that it’s considered so weird to be our age and married in this city and that we would be the odd ones in every group, always. We didn’t know how much we would fall in love with Summers in New York and drinks on the patio or laundry service or runs in central park or brunch on the Upper West Side, but we do, we love it all so much.
This year has been nothing we could have prepared for, but exactly what we needed. God is good, life is sweet and marriage is outstanding.
To my best friend,
thank you for doing agreeing to live this adventure with me and for making me a better person along the way. You love me so selflessly. There is no better home than the one that I share with you. I love you to the moon and back. Happy Anniversary.
all my love, e