Wednesday, June 28

   My husband and I took a little getaway the past week out to the beach, and may I dare say it definitely made the tops of the best trips we've taken together. Coming back home was hard to do.

  The weather was perfect. The air was warm and salty, the sound of the crashing waves, the hot sand between our toes. It was pure heaven.


  We shared an omelet and coffee together in little cafĂ© each morning while the sun was coming up behind the water, then we'd walk to the beach to catch some rays and drinks. Caleb took me out for a ride in a cruise boat that took us far out into the ocean where the dolphins swam. They jumped and splashed all through the water, swimming in pairs and groups. They were so beautiful. So happy. I could literally watch them for hours and never tire of it a bit. The closer they came to the boat, the more exhilarating it was. It was so surreal to see these graceful animals so near and close, made me want to reach out and touch them.


  The restaurants along the coast were fantastic. Huge, colorful structures built on piers, full of live music and bustling with laughing people. We tried every restaurant as many times as we could, and each was better than the last. We stuffed our faces guiltlessly, and were ready for more, which we didn't mind doing. I felt like a whale waddling out of each, but honestly didn't care a bit. Life is to short to be skinny, afterall.


I didn't take near as many photos on my camera as I wished, but snapchat sufficed as my camera would have suffered to much sand, seaweed, water, and who knows what else...So I didn't mind to much leaving it behind.
One evening we took a speed boat out through the bay, sixty feet into the ocean on the outskirts of the island. It went so fast through the water, it almost felt like a roller coaster, bouncing over the waves. There were more dolphins along the way, and fisherman holding up their catch out on the jetties. The water nearly sprayed ten feet in the air from behind the engine, getting us all drenched inside the boat, which felt incredibly delightful under the scorching sun.  Afterwards we went out for music and dinner to celebrate Caleb's 21st birthday that evening on a three story deck, just as the sun was going down over the water. It was so incredibly gorgeous. My heart was so full.


At each nightfall we'd venture out to the beach with a towel and watched the stars come out over the water. There's just something about that vast sky and the sound of the waves that is so therapeutic. It soothes your soul and loosens your tongue. I had so many deep talks with my husband under those stars, leaning on his shoulder while he scribbled hearts into the sand. Complete bliss.

You can find me where the music meets the ocean.

  As much as I enjoyed our beach outings, nothing can feel quite as good as crawling into your own bed, even if the gulf isn't exactly in your backyard. But the summer has just started, and this isn't my  last beach visit of the year! No, just the beginning of many.


Sunday, June 11

 

  One year ago.

  One year ago today, with sweating palms and a thumping heart, I was awkwardly making my way down the aisle to meet my groom. To give my life, my hopes, my dreams, my deepest thoughts, my insecurities, my whole being to a young man...hardly more than a boy, for a lifetime.
  I struggled. Was I worth it? Did he still want to do this? Does he even really like me this much? Maybe this is a bad idea. What if he changes his mind? But the minute I saw him there at the alter, all those feelings melted away. There he was, MY husband. I'd never felt more proud in my life. The feeling of relief that washed over me as the pastor said those words I had been waiting to hear, it had to be the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt.

  People doubted us. You're to young. You don't know what you're doing. You should wait to get married. Just give it a few months, you'll hate eachother. I would cry to my husband, but he never let it bother him. "Don't listen to them, honey. They just like to talk, all we have to do is prove them wrong." I never truly knew what the verse in Ephesians meant until I met Caleb. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.  That is just what he does, day after day. Through my constant worrying, my mistakes, he is there for me, calm and confident. God has blessed me with such an incredible man in my life. No, he isn't perfect, neither of us are. Sometimes I burn the supper, sometimes he lets the grass get to high. I'm bad about letting the laundry pile up. He doesn't clean the sink after he trims his beard. I forget to water the flowers, and so on, so forth. At times we disagree, we laugh together, we cry together, but we are always there for eachother. Through whatever life throws at us. We are committed to make things work, through richer or poorer, sickness and in health. Till death do us part.  My prayer everyday, Lord, make me a better wife. I want to be deserving of this beautiful blessing God has given me.


Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate


  I am so glad I have this man to grow old with. His contagious laughter, his dimples, the way he makes me smile all through out the day without even trying. I am slowly learning that marriage is what you make it. You can't expect it to go all merry and fabulous if you don't work to make it that way. Love is a choice, love is commitment, hard work, selflessness, going out of your way for the other day after day. But nothing is as beautiful or rewarding as this blissful, beautiful matrimony God created between a man and woman.


I don't want to let a moment of this wonderful life to pass by unnoticed. And I am so excited to spend the years to come with the love of my life.