Bryant and I met in high school at a Sky Sox baseball game. He went to another school, but we had mutual friends, and I didn’t know that “Grant” would be the man I was going to marry. I called him by the wrong name for the greater part of that day, and it wasn’t until I finally asked why everyone was laughing at me every time I tried talking to him that they corrected me. We spent the next year developing a friendship. We would meet for lunch and spend countless hours at Starbucks. I expected him to ask me to his senior prom. He did not. We had one friend fight, and when we finally apologized, we were in the middle of a Starbucks cafe and there was a standing ovation from the nearby customers as we hugged it out. This might explain my love for Starbucks coffee.

On the 4th of July, a month and 1/2 after we graduated from high school, we spent that night denying any romantic involvement to every single one of our friends. On our way home that night, Bryant asked if we should date. I panic’d and said “I don’t know.” Bryant said he thought this was the end of our friendship…but the next day, I called him, and after a long conversation at the park, we agreed to give it a go. I had plans to move to Australia, and I think my parents are probably happy that Bryant changed those plans a bit. We knew in the beginning that we would get married, and spent 3 years counting down until we had acceptable timing. I tried breaking up with him once…it lasted 24 hours. Bryant proposed to me at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, Colorado on August 8th, 2007. He did it on this bridge.

(Photo Credits: We took a stroll around the man-made lake, and as we approached a rose petal covered bridge, I started talking about how a cute couple must have been there. That cute couple was us. 1 year and 2 days later, Bryant and I said “I Do.” I remember the rain that poured that entire afternoon, and cleared up minutes before our outdoor ceremony was supposed to start. I remember ugly crying through my vows. I don’t remember a single word that the Pastor spoke except for this reading from C.S. Lewis.

“If the old fairy-tale ending “They lived happily ever after” is taken to mean “They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,” then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be “in love” need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense-love as distinct from “being in love”—is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be “in love” with someone else. “Being in love” first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.”

Happy Anniversary. Being in love is what first made me promise a lifetime with you, but the choice to love you for the rest of my days is one that I make every single morning. It is the single most important choice, and one that I never regret making. You complete me. Love, Your Wife