Tuesday, March 3, 2009
15 Years...and We're Doing it All Again
Ok, so this summer Harold and I are planning to renew our vows. The thing is we never had a "real" wedding. We went to the justice of the peace and made it legal. And we meant every word that we said...but let's get real. When you're 18 (as I was) do you really understand what your vows mean? I don't really think I did. At least not in a real sense of the word "understand". I was 18 and I was in love. Yep. Now, I'm 33 and I love. I know that it's not something that happens to you but something you choose to do. Love is a verb. Sometimes minute by minute and sometimes one day at a time. Sometimes it's an easy task-a joy. And sometimes it takes effort. But just the same I'm not sorry I choose to love my husband.
In the coming years I hope to work on this (not only in relation to my husband, but in all of my relationships):
I Corinthians 13:4-7 "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love...rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
I would love to be able to say my name could honestly replace the "love" in each of these sentences...