One year ago today, I married my best friend. I know everyone uses that terminology (“married my best friend,”) but I mean it.
We had a gorgeous day in April (every other weekend that month was rainy and cold.) The months leading up to the wedding had been rough in other areas of life, but with the help of family and friends, everything came together perfectly for the day. I walked down the aisle to a song written and played by our friends Chelsea and Josh. The flowers in the bouquets were grown and arranged by Andrew’s cousins Stuart and Alice. We truly could not have done it without the help of, oh, everyone we know. 🙂
(Photos by Rob Jefferson and Kate Magee Photography)
It’s hard to believe an entire year has passed since that day. So what have I learned in one year of marriage? First, the power of apologizing and forgiveness. There is nothing like marriage, being with someone every single day, to bring out the faults in both parties. Being quick to say, “I’m sorry,” even if it’s only for a snippy comment made while in a bad mood, goes a long way… as does not holding something over the other person’s head or guilt-tripping.
The second thing I’ve learned in marriage (and I use the word, “learned” loosely; it’s more of a “learning process,”) is the value of putting the other person first. By nature, we are self-serving beings. When I come home from work, I want to sit on the couch and watch TV, or read a book, or do something that I want to do. But what if there’s a pile of dishes in the sink? If I choose not to do them (which would by my preference 100% of the time,) Andrew will likely end up doing them. If I choose to think of him first, suck it up, and just clean the dishes, then Andrew will have a chance to relax. Sometimes I choose to serve myself, and sometimes I choose to serve him; when I put him first though, I never regret it (and I bet he’d say the same thing about putting me first.) Marriage, love, requires sacrifice.
Our marriage is far from perfect (as is any marriage, I assume,) but I sure do love that guy. I wouldn’t trade the last year of my life for anything, and I look forward to 75 more (I’m optimistic ;-))
Andrew, thanks for letting me fall asleep on you on the couch most weeknights and for letting me hug you at inconvenient times (“It’s your cooking dinner hug.”) Most of all, thank you for loving me so well all the time. I love you… Happy Anniversary!