I married my husband 8 years ago today, June 13th. I had the idea to put this little thing together months ago, because I thought it would be fun to see the impact of what we’ve done together. And because numbers really fascinate me. I’m not good at numbers, but they still fascinate me.
For us, since we live and work together, sometimes it seems as if we’ve been married much longer. I’d like to think we are in a pretty good place after 8 years. This year we’ve undergone so much growth and transformation, not just as a couple, but also as individuals. I’m learning that my marriage is something that refines me. I’m learning that forgiveness is key. I’m learning to have grace for him, and for myself. You’d think I’d have all these things down after 8 years, but it’s still a work in progress. :) And I can say, that through all this, I still love him earnestly.
Eight years seems like a long time, but in perspective, we still could have 65+ more years together if we both make it to our 90′s. What a thought that is! We’ll be old and wrinkly and probably still doing things like dominating bumper cars at an amusement park, or going laser tagging.
Happy Anniversary, Kent Shaffer. I love you.
If there is one thing my boys have taught me, it’s to embrace adventure. To do it more, to do it big. To slow down and see the amazing world God created. I love seeing the world through their eyes. Why not run through puddles with your shoes off? Why not run screaming and laughing in the rain? Why not pick dandelions and put them in our hair? Add a little bit of adventure in, and the world will seem that much less mundane, and that much more magical. You can start small. Begin conversations with people you wouldn’t otherwise. Stop on the shoulder of the highway and pick wildflowers. Venture across the street and meet your neighbors!
(My little Abe, who turned 2 this week. )
So happy weekend. I hope you embrace adventure, however it comes your way. Be intentional and let life amaze you. I leave you with a small paragraph from Don Miller’s book, “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.”
Your brain doesn’t stop growing until you are 26. So from birth to 26, God is slowly turning the lights on, and you’re groggy and pointing at things saying, “circle” and “blue” and “car” and then “sex” and “job” and “healthcare.” The experience is so slow you could easily come to believe life isn’t that big of deal, that life isn’t staggering. Life is staggering and we’re just used to it. We are all like spoiled children no longer impressed with the gifts we are given – it’s just another sunset, just another rain storm, just another child being born…
PS - Many, many thanks for all your comments on my last post. It was a lot of fun to write something with more story and show you how I’m embracing adventure for myself. Can’t wait for the next one!