
To celebrate, we went out to dinner. As a mom of 3, I rarely get dressed up so I made the girls take photos for documentation. Emma is now old enough to be home with Brooke and even with Ryan after we put him down. She has our house phone and can call us at any time. It is so wonderful not to have to arrange or pay for babysitting. We chose Macaroni Grill because we haven't been in a long time and we love the rosemary bread with balsamic vinaigrette. It's also close to home in case the kids needed us.
I looked forward to our date all day. From the time I woke up, I was thinking about Alan and how thankful I am for him and for our marriage. Several times I was brought to tears with thoughts of my love for him, but mostly thoughts of his love for me and how good he is to me. That night as I sat across from him in our quiet corner booth, he said, "Well, thirteen years, huh?" "Yep," I replied, "Thirteen years." Then he said, "I saw what you put on Facebook today." He was referring to this:
Today Alan and I have been married for 13 years. I was a teenage bride (19) and I can see how his influence has shaped me into who I am. It is not possible to measure what it has done for me to know Alan is always in my corner-- leading, cheering, teaching, serving, trying, and loving. No matter what. What a gift.
"And??" I prodded. "What did you think?"
He looked at me with a half smile, "I don't know how to accept compliments like that. I don't know how you want me to respond."
"You don't need to respond at all. I needed to express it. I just need you to know. There truly is no way to measure what you've given me. You've always been by my side, even when it's been difficult. You've helped me in so many ways."
"Well, in case I die, it will be good know," he chuckled. "I feel bad that I don't have some great response." I stared into his eyes and he knew I was looking deep. He was uncomfortable and wanted to look away but he held my gaze.
"Alan, your entire life shows me that you love me. Everything you do and everything you are shows me you love me and I am grateful."
"Yeah, but I'm just giving back the love you've given me. Your love is coming back to you," he responded.
"Maybe that's what marriage is. A circle of love between two people. Love that keeps being given and received, over and over again. . . I hope that you feel my love for you, Alan."
"I do," he replied. "I love you, too."