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Hanging on the wall next to our computer is a picture of me wearing long white dress. I’m smiling, standing next to a handsome young man in a tuxedo. There are flowers and candles everywhere—our wedding day. It’s hard to believe, but my husband and I have been married twenty-five years today.

I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I loved him so much as we said our vows…yet looking back I realize that it was, in a way, a naïve love. There’s something to be said for “hanging in there” for the long haul because now, twenty-five years later, I can say that the person who knows me the best actually loves me the most.

Keith was there to chuckle when I burned the first meal I cooked in our new home. We bought our first puppy together, treating it as if it were our baby. He helped me into the ER when I got food poisoning after a church potluck.

He constantly encouraged me to not give up when I didn’t receive a call to pastor after graduating in theology. And he was there to rejoice with me seven years later when it finally happened. He held my hand when I was afraid to go into surgery, and cried with me when the biopsy report came back “benign.”

He taught me to absolutely love nature and to be comfortable backpacking for days at a time. (If only I hadn’t watched “The Night of the Grizzly” movie as a child!)

He excitedly jumped out of bed at 1:30 in the morning when I told him I felt our baby coming. When she was born, it was my husband who handed her to me--our child.

He has stayed up with me late into the night to wrap Christmas presents, and late into the night to work through issues when we couldn’t stand the feeling of distance in our togetherness. We held our sobbing child when her goldfish died. We held each other when his Dad died. Just last week, we sat together and cheered as we watched our teenage daughter and her volleyball team win their first game.


What if one of us hadn’t stayed? What if we’d let the everyday stresses of life and cares of this world separate us to the point of giving up? What would we have missed out on? A lot of life shared. Memories. A closeness not found in any other human relationship.

Though our faces have aged some in comparison to the wedding day picture, in my heart I feel we’re that same young couple who promised, “For better or for worse….” The years haven’t dragged on. In some ways they’ve gone by too quickly and something inside me wants to stop here so we won’t grow old. Old age could bring separation.

Twenty-five years. I’ve been married to the same man for a quarter of a century. Happy Anniversary, Honey. I’m in for the long haul.

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