When you’re young and you hear a couple has been married for 50 years you think, “OMG! That is so adorable! Fifty years of hanging out with your best friend? Marriage and love are so cool!”
When you’re a little bit
wiser older you and you hear a couple has been married for 50 years you think, “Wow. They didn’t kill each other. Bravo to everyone involved!”
My in-loves are celebrating 50 years of wedded bliss today. Bravo!
Aren’t they adorable?
These two are a lot like Mark and I. Very different.
One is the head, the other is the heart.
One says “Sure!”, the other says “Let’s think about it a little more.”
One says “Toss it, it’s junk,” the other says “But we might need it…”
Fifty years of this, y’all. Fifty. Years.
The remarkable thing isn’t that they had the differences, but that they didn’t let the differences tear them apart. That they didn’t give up.
And I’m so thankful that they didn’t give up.
Because not giving up taught my husband what real love looks like, day in and day out. They taught him commitment and loyalty. They taught him not to talk when you’re mad. They taught him how to serve someone even when you maybe don’t always like someone. They gave him an understanding of love and marriage that a romantic comedy could never touch (well, Up probably got close).
If they were writing this blog they would probably mention that they got here because of Him. They would tell you all the stories about how they almost screwed it all up, but God. They wouldn’t call theirs the greatest love story, they’d call it their greatest testimony.
A testimony to a God that redeems.
A testimony to a God that forgives.
A testimony to a God that provides.
A testimony to a God that showers blessings.
A testimony to a God that is good, even if nothing looks the way you thought it would 50 years ago.
This family you two have built is beautiful. Thank you for everything you’ve done for us and taught us!
Love you both!