two

Another long week it has surely been, and I am exhausted. Tomorrow when I get off work, Kristi and I are heading to Savannah to celebrate our 2 year anniversary, and I don’t remember ever being this excited to get away for a bit and rest.

2 years. It was Tuesday. I got sick from the restaurant we ate at and went to bed at 10:00. I have to be really sick to go to bed at 10:00.

I’m hoping Savannah will be better. I’m gonna try to track down Paula Dean’s restaurant and surely her food won’t make me sick.

2 years. I am unceasingly thankful for every day…all 730 of them. I didn’t think it possible because of the trajectory of our culture, but my affections have done nothing but grown for her over the past two years. Steadily. I adore this girl with every fiber, so much so that it makes me feel like I’m exploding sometimes when I kiss her goodnight. I can’t get a tight enough hug from her when I get home from work each day.

I’ve been thinking about what my favorite parts of marriage are, and the most important lessons I’ve learned so far.

Favorite part of marriage: This is going to sound lame, and I need to explain. Kristi doesn’t like to be touched when she’s falling asleep. I happen to love to cuddle up to her, because a) she smells good and b) because she is frugal and freezes us to death with no heat when its cold. Which is maybe the reason God created her to go to bed at 10:00 and me to stay up til 2:00. So every night, no matter how tired I am, how long of a day it has been…whatever–I get to walk heavy-eyed into our bedroom and crawl into a warmed up bed to my wife…who happens to like to cuddle after she’s asleep! So I can put my arm around her, scrunch up close to her and get warm, and kiss her on the cheek as she stirs. I literally cannot help but to smile every time and any frustrations from the day that I carried into the bedroom now just look silly. And this just may be one of my favorite parts of every day.

Most important thing I’ve learned: that the quality of life in our marriage depends primarily on how quickly we repent of sin. Arguments and hurt feelings are going to happen, and it is our choice whether they make 3 minutes miserable or 3 days miserable. Life is so much better if you choose 3 minutes.

I love you immeasurably babe…happy (late) anniversary. Let’s go eat some macaroni and cheese!