Nine years. 3,285 (give or take) days. 78,840 hours.
45 times longer than Kim K’s marriage.
A long time when you’re only 32 years old. And yet, it seems like not much time at all.
23 year old Jared. Ha, he thought he knew about life, but he was wrong. He thought he know about love, and he did, to an extent. He thought he knew what “for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health,” meant, but he didn’t.
I still remember that day and the previous day pretty clearly. There was the “fight” the night before, resulting in a pretty sweet rut in our back yard. The good times with friends, waking up to breakfast at Crossroads B&B, the nearly cloudless wedding day, the minister calling me “Brian” when it was time to kiss the bride, the EPIC best man speech, dancing the night away with friends – so many great memories.
And yet that was 1 day. One of 3,285. And while it was an important day, our marriage has been made in the 3,284 days since. In jaw pain, in owning a puppy, training a puppy, having a miscarriage, having Fitzy, experiencing more loss, going through church struggles, developing couple friendships, experiencing more loss, having our marriage commitments tested, going through anxiety and depression….you get the picture.
As I look back, all of these things, and thousands more, have shaped me into the man I am today, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
Happy Nine Years, babe. Even knowing everything I do now, I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat.
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