I have now known my wife for a third of my life. When you look back at it all, it’s a big deal… I feel so blessed that I still find so much joy in our relationship. The crazy part for me to comprehend is the farther we walk together, the closer we are to becoming one and our past lives meld together. I am so thankful that we both enjoy each other’s families, openly talk about our issues, and share both the good and bad experiences of life.
If I had to give one piece of advice to someone finding a partner, it would be to find someone they can truly be open with, in all areas of life.
Where to begin other than this: I am thankful, grateful, and spoiled-rotten-blessed. A little over ten years ago, I met a cute, smart, blonde, twenty-year-old college student. The difference between him and others I met along the way was this: he was open. A lot has happened since then. We bought and sold a house, we’ve both had several jobs, we started our own company, gained two dogs, moved halfway across the world, and learned the basics of a new language. We’ve experienced joy, blessing, anger, loss, grief, winter-depression, and much more over these last eight years. We have hurt one another and built each other up, but most of all, we have learned a lot along the way.
Most of the time, when I look at our relationship, I am stunned at how full our life has truly been. Year eight, the thought of that year, just makes me smile. We are still such kids at heart. We are still so new to so many things. But I am grateful for where we are and where we have been. If I could leave you, whoever you are, one morsel of what I’ve learned, it would be this: Make an intentional space where you can both talk and be heard. Make it safe from judgment and make a point to meet there often. If I were talking to myself in the first year of marriage, that is what I would say.