Four years ago today, I got married. I was nineteen at the time - only six days away from twenty, but still a teenager on a technicality - and saying those vows was the first truly irrevocable thing I had ever done. I was a little nervous, but confident in the person whose hands I was holding, and even more confident in the One who had led us to take that step.
Every day, I am thankful that we took it.
Today is our anniversary, a day for love letters and flowers and dinners out and romantic things like that. But a picture of love that includes only those things is like a picture of an iceberg that only shows the part above the surface of the water. The reality of our marriage, the way we live in each other's lives and love each other in the ordinary moments as well as the extraordinary ones, is so much bigger than can be expressed by mere romantic gestures.
Happy four years, babe!