Two blue lines

This weekend in February is my Thanksgiving of weekends!  I get to celebrate two of the main men in my life and the beginning of my life with both of them. 
We can start with the more obvious- February 5th is mine and Matthew's wedding anniversary! 

This year we celebrate 7 years of wedded bliss...although the last seven years have been a lot of things besides bliss too.  Looking back at pictures, I sometimes wonder if those two kids had any clue what kind of commitment they were making, if they had any idea what "worse" could really be or if they could feel the weight of what love, honor and cherish really meant.  Not that our lives have been some kind of great tragedy or anything, but many of the things we've been through in the last 7 years probably weren't quite what we envisioned on that day. 

But you know what?  The most important day in a marriage isn't "that day" at the alter.  The most important day isn't the one day that you share together where everything seems right with the world, where everyone is there for you and where all the well wishes that can be wished are wished for you.  The most important day in a marriage is every single day after that.  It's every day that the two of you decide to choose each other all over again and realize that you committed to the "worse, sicker, poorer" parts as well as the "better, health and richer" parts. 

For this day in 2012, Matthew and I celebrate the day seven years ago when two kids innocently decided to take on the world!  But we also celebrate the past 2,555 days that again and again we have chosen each other- no matter how "in love" we felt or what circumstances were presented.  I'm happy that I chose Matthew on that first day and I'm happy that I've chosen him each day since. 

Here's hoping for 23,725 more!

And that's just the one man in my life!! 

The second part of my Thanksgiving weekend goes to my littler man!  One Saturday morning, the first weekend in February 2 years ago, I woke up as a married lady with no children.  Who knew that my life was about to change within moments!  That morning I saw the two blue lines that told this girl she was nine months away from being a mama, the two blue lines that represent one of the two biggest gifts that God ever entrusted me with, the two blue lines that took our family of two to a family of three! 

Today those two blue lines are a rascaly 15-month old with more personality and boyness than this mama knows what to do with.  

 

 

So happy anniversary to my husband and happy two-blue-lines day to my Gavin!  I am so thankful that God chose to bless me with both of you and gave me the responsibility of being your helpmate and your mother, respectively. 

It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it.