There’s more history than you need to know.
Like weeks before I met him I had a moment of “knowing” that I would marry someone named Sean and he would be in the Air Force. I just thought…huh, that’s an odd thought. And brushed it aside.
But then I met him and meeting him was really all it took. That’s it. Just an introduction. I shook his hand and he smiled at me and I said, “you have the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen”.
And I knew.
I know you think there’s no possible way to know like that, but I did. I knew.
I loved him before I knew him.
And he blushed. He said his grandmother was the only person to ever tell him that. I found that so hard to believe.
And four days later, countless hours together, I thought he was going to tell me he didn’t want to see me anymore. And instead…he asked me to marry him.
This was in June.
Today it’s been thirty years.
Nothing about it feels like thirty years. Nothing.
Thirty years of being with someone who makes me laugh every.single.day.
Thirty years of moving across the world, kids bringing us challenges we never imagined, money~not having it, having it~growing older together.
This isn’t Cinderella and Prince Charming. This is real life with real choices made by two very young people who somehow connected and felt like they belonged together. And against all the odds and against the better judgement of a lot of people in their lives they said~we’re going to do this.
Saved by Grace.
Grace brought me Sean.
We aren’t perfect.
But we are really really good.
What a gift.
We all have a story. What’s your story?