5 cozy homes.
200,365 miles on the minivan we swore we'd never be driving.
10 jobs and 3 careers in social work and ministry.
2 amazing children.
2 dogs, 2 frogs, and lots of goldfish (may they rest in peace).
fights passionate discussions.
5 vacations in the US and 1 dreamed of vacation to Ireland.
4 car accidents and 1 broken neck.
2 years of really hard road.
12 years of marriage to Jamy.
This past weekend we celebrated a dozen years since we made our vows to each other. Just out of college, at the very beginning our adult lives, and having no idea what our future held. Naive. Ignorant. And crazy in love. Also crazy enough to think that love would be enough to hold us together when things got tough.
Now we know better. 4,383 days into our marriage, after going through unimaginable storms, we know that the great lie that "love will keep us together" isn't enough. After broken promises, broken dreams, and broken hearts, our greatest tries have only led to failure.
But God has been enough. God has been good and great and big enough to cover all of our brokenness.
We've learned that our hope isn't in our homes, our careers, or even our marriage. We've learned our true joy doesn't come from being the best spouse, the best parent, or the best in our field. We've learned that we're in desperate need of a Savior who can redeem and restore.
2 broken sinners.
And 1 marriage for 12 years that I would commit to again in a heartbeat.
Here's to 23,182 more days with you, Babe.
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