I can still remember how I felt fourteen years ago today. My wedding day.
It was the perfect day and I was marrying the man who had only existed in my dreams for years. I still remember that feeling when my father, who married us, said that we were now man and wife. And the grins that could have split our faces wide open.
Yes, life was good. It all looked like a bed of roses from the end of that wedding aisle.
But nobody told me what it would really be like. Or perhaps they did, but the bliss and naivete of youth had stopped my ears.
10 things they didn’t tell me on my wedding day . . .
- In my marriage contract, there was no mention of the fact that in order to be a good wife, I’d be picking up the same dirty socks over and over. Yet to me and my marriage, those dirty socks resemble faithfulness. It’s quiet, it’s always there, and sometimes you and your spouse do it even when you must plug your nose.
- Nobody said my heart would be stretched beyond all human recognition with all the love it could hold!
- “In sickness and in health” flew right past my ears. It was always going to be “in health”. Sickness wouldn’t happen to us in our bed of roses. But nearly eleven years later, I found myself in the intensive care unit – sitting at my husband’s bedside. And “till death do us part” stared me haughtily in the face.
- There was not one single person who warned me that I’d now be considered a “partner in crime”. If that was in the pre-nuptials, I missed it. Being married to a fun-loving, ornery man has been very, umm . . . shall we say, interesting! But one of the things I love about our marriage would be this quote:
- Someone should have pulled me aside on that day fourteen years ago and said, “You DO realize that in marrying this man you will have true cause to suffer from a heart attack by age 35?” Being driven almost-straight-up a mountainside in a little orange jeep, getting our family vehicle stuck in a rapidly flowing river, and getting the call that a helicopter was on its way to pick him up off the mountain somewhere in Canada. Either my heart is tough as nails or on the brink of collapse as we speak.
- They should have told me that in fourteen years I would cry more, laugh more, and love more than I could ever imagine.
- “Where you go, I will go” was just some romantic phrase quoted from the book of Ruth and wouldn’t really take me very far, would it? But seven years later found us 2,000 miles away from that little church where we said “I do.”
- Nobody could have warned me of the gut-wrenching pain that would sear through my heart every time I told another baby good-bye. There’s not a warning to describe that.
- I had no idea I’d fall in love so many times, over and over again. Not only with my husband with each year that passed since that wonderful day in July, but every single time we heard a newborn’s cry. After falling in love with my big Lowell, all the “little Lowell’s” that came after made me fall head over heels in love again.
- And lastly, I’d do it all over again.
In less time than it takes to say “I do”.