Today marks seventeen years.
Seventeen years of marriage to the most awesome person that has ever graced my life.
Seventeen years of love.
Seventeen years of hate.
Seventeen years of hurt.
Seventeen years of healing.
If there is anything that I have learned in these past seventeen years, it is this:
Love is different than you think.
Hollywood, magazines and music sell us one dimension of love that is neither the most important, nor the most amazing part.
Is is the ‘icing’ on the cake of marriage that is often focused on; but it is the sifted flour, the mixing of elements, and the high temperatures that really make a cake a cake.
Love is different than what I thought.
And I am grateful.