I look at this picture and grin.
There we are. Look at us.
And in love.
It's been more than 23 years since this photo was taken in my college dorm room. We don't look like that any more. I don't decorate with old movie posters either. I definitely don't wear sickly flowered dresses now. I still hold him just like that though. And he still has exactly that smile for me.
We aren't young any more, and somehow, that's nearly unbelievable. I remember being mildly insulted when we weren't included in our church's new young marrieds group. Jeffrey laughed and told me that we had been married for eleven years and we really weren't newlyweds. Oh. Oh yeah.
Those eleven years have since turned into twenty one. So, ok, we aren't young anymore. But, aside from our bodies, not much has changed.
We still feel that young.
We still live that hopeful.
We are still that happy and that much in love.
God is so very good.
I remember back when I was about 16 saying something like, "Ick. Who would want to wake up to the same face for twenty years? Booooring!" Boy was I wrong, wrong, wrong. The only thing I can think of that would be better than waking up to the same face for twenty years would be waking up to that face for 60 years or more. That's my wish. I want at least 60 years living, working, laughing, crying, praying, serving, loving - side by side with Jeffrey, my love.
God is so very, very good.
Imagine giving me a man like him.
Jeffrey is such a man.