How crazy it is to look back and think how much that night changed everything.
It was a church youth group activity night. We were spending the night at the church {it was her church, he was a guest by a mutual friend}, doing the typical church youth group activities {i.e. bowling and midnight pancakes and coordinated pillow fights...}. Both wanted to to beat up said mutual friend with the pillows, and that's where the love began.
In seven years, we've been through so many ups and downs that it's hard to remember. We've been on vacations and gone to dances and survived a semi-long distance relationship. We supported each other when our grandmothers passed and when relationships with parents were strained. We've loved each other through all of it.
We have a strong relationship and I think the reason why is a very simple one: communication. We pretty much talk about everything. We don't let things build up; we are each others' best friends; our confidants. There is nothing that I would be able to tell someone else that I wouldn't be able to tell my husband, and it's worked pretty well for us so far. That isn't to say that we don't have other friends, we absolutely do. It's more to say that we know that we can trust each other more than we can trust anyone else. And {so far} neither one of us has done anything to jeopardize that trust. In seven years of a relationship, that's saying quite a bit.
At the risk of sounding super cheesy, I love my husband more than I think I even realize sometimes. He is the best man that I know. He is the smartest and funniest and sweetest...and he puts up with me. And there aren't many people that I know that can put up with me.
And so sweetheart, this post is for you. I love you.
Love,