Today marks nine years married to the greatest guy ever. And I do not exaggerate. He is awesome. We have never been the mushy, sentimental type but that is okay, we don't need it. What Matt has given me has been a steady, grace-filled love from the very beginning. And God knew that is just what I would need. He is simple, I am not. He knows how to calm me down and lift me up. He has a matter-of-fact wisdom and clarity that he brings to most situations. He is a quiet leader that waits to speak until the right time. He leads us mostly with his example: hard work, diligence, patience.
I love watching him with the kids- he plays with them (something I don't do well). I love hearing the belly laughter of the kids spill downstairs as Matt is on the floor with them, being totally silly. I love hearing the slow, patient words of a book being read to Jesse at night, even though he is tired from a long day and would rather be spending his time relaxing. I love seeing his eyes in Karis and his smile on Silas' lips.
Music has always been a part of our life together. I first met him while he was playing his guitar and singing James Taylor in the stairwell of our freshman dorm. I remember hearing his voice singing a few rows behind in me in chapel. He lets the kids join him now when he practices- letting them take turns strumming the guitar or letting them have at it on the mandolin. And there is always music on when I come down into the kitchen in the morning- he loves to have music in the background of our lives, a soundtrack of the everyday.
So, here's to nine great years- filled with hard and good times but always seasoned with grace. I am excited to see what the next nine brings!