Last week JD and I celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. Sometimes it feels like we’ve been married forever, and then sometimes it’s hard to believe that seven years have passed.
JD and I met at church, and knew each other for a few years before we started dating. We dated for two-and-a-half years, during which time I started college, JD graduated from college, I transferred to a different college, JD got a job at his home church, and we learned how to date long-distance.
JD asked me to marry him on either my 21st birthday or his 25th birthday. (His birthday is the day after mine, and it was close to midnight, so we’re just not sure!) After a seven month engagement, we were married on October 8, 2005.
When we got married, I moved to Albertville. Four months later, we moved to Dothan. Three years later, we moved to Macon, GA. After a sixth-month stay in Macon, we moved to Huntsville. Two years after that, we moved to Decatur.
Seven years. Five houses and one loft apartment. Six moves. Needless to say, I’m tired of moving!
We’ve been to five youth camps, six D-Now weekends, two conferences, and two mission trips. (And those are just the ones we’ve gone on together since we’ve been married!)
We’ve traveled to Jamaica, Seattle, and Athens, Greece (not to mention most of the southeast.)
So, seven years after saying, “I do,” I’m still counting my blessings. I’m thankful for every funny story, every inside joke, and every minute I’ve spent with my husband and daughter. Life is good and (most importantly) God is good.