Today has been three years since I said I will.
Not "I do." Far more than just that present moment. I will. As long as we both shall live, I will.
Though at times I stumble...I will love him.
Though I am only a frail human myself...I will comfort him.
Though I may falter...I will honor him.
Though difficult times come...I will keep him.
Though my flesh is weak...I will be faithful to him.
In sickness and in health.
Forsaking all others.
Beyond the fleeting feelings of now.
And for three years, we have. We have loved, comforted, honoured, kept, and been faithful. There has been sickness and health, good times and bad, richer and poorer.
We have grown together over the past three years, and our changes have only brought us closer. So much has happened in those short years. Two births - there is something indescribable about watching your husband become a father. Three moves, with all of their accompanying stress and good-byes. Unemployment and a return to school, bringing a time of maturation and refocus for us both.
This man has seen me at my worst and still loves me. He has survived pregnancy hormones with his usual enduring patience. He makes me feel beautiful despite my post-birth insecurities. He reminds me of God's provision when I start to wonder how we'll make it. He comforts me during times of frustration and sadness. He encourages me to try new things when I hesitate. He eats my experimental recipes, brave man that he is, and never complains - about anything, really.
I am blessed to know him, grateful to have married him, and content to rest secure in the knowledge that we will.