It'll be 11 years on Sat. Eleven years of marriage. Years of high highs and some low lows and many in-betweens, but through it all I've had a partner. Kind of like a twin, only better (sorry Beck). Someone who has been through it all with me and is still here right beside me.
Together with our Father in Heaven, we've built a beautiful life. A rich life. A wonderful life.
Greg has never held me back from anything I've ever wanted to do. He is my biggest cheerleader. My best friend. Despite all my craziness, and trust me there is plenty, he loves me. He loves me more than I deserve most days. He is always so very good to me. He is kind. I admit I've tried to rile him up for a good fight, but he never does (and boy does that frustrate me) and I'm so ever glad he doesn't.
He's taken some blows from life. And I've watched him struggle. And I've struggled too. And, it turns out he is a pretty good fighter. He won't fight with me, but he will fight for his family. He is optimistic. He is faithful. He is everything I've needed to help me get through. And with our Father in Heaven teaching us ever so patiently, we have become stronger.
So, here we are in 2009. 11 years. and two beautiful boys. I am happy. Happy with my choice and determined to choose to love and live a wonderful life.
I love you Greg.
