A year ago today, Brian was in the hospital (this pic was taken only hours before that hospital stay).
The reality of losing him totally rocked my world. It stopped me in my tracks of holier-than-thou-ness and made me truly appreciate what a gem I've been been given. This past year has been the best in our marriage so far--probably the best year together since we met 16 years ago this week.
Today, we celebrate our 13th anniversary. Thirteen years since I walked down the aisle and promised to love him in sickness and health and for richer or poorer (although, we both giggled at the richer part). Thirteen years since we decided to put someone else's needs and wants before our own. Thirteen years. Not long to some, but it feels like a lifetime to me.
I have a hard time remembering life before Brian and yet, I had 25 years without him. Twenty five years to never know his kisses. Twenty five years that I missed out on watching him ooze grace on all those around him. Twenty five years to never know what it was like to share a bathroom with him. Twenty five years in which I knew I was missing something but didn't know what.
This post has been sappier than most--even for me--but it needs to be said. When I am gone from this world, I pray my family sees this post. I'm not good at showing love. I'm good at writing it, but my actions are not always consistent with how I feel. I pray they will see this and know that even when I didn't show it, I was utterly overwhelmed at the goodness God bestowed on me by giving me Brian.
May lucky number 13 be our best year yet!