August 12, 2011

The Start of Our Journey

Eight years ago today, I accepted a ride on a motorcycle from a guy I worked with at Applebee's. I had worked there for about a year, had known this guy for that duration and knew that if I accepted this ride, it would not be just a ride. So for months any time he asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his bike, I declined. It scared me. Not the motorcycle, but what I knew it would start. On my way out of work, eight years ago, today, I told him I was ready for that ride on his bike. I did it out of fear – fear that I’d go the rest of my life wondering what would have happened if I had gone. I put my purse and paycheck on the seat of my car – my car was at work, I didn’t need the ride – and got on the back of the motorcycle. I told him I just wanted to go around the parking lot. I was scared. Not of the bike ride. 60 seconds later, we were going 90 mph on Loop 306. He was in control and he was not scared. 5 hours later, after gas stops, dark paths full of beautiful deer, a mid-night dinner at IHOP, and a walk down a quiet street, he kissed me under a street light. Eight years ago, today we started down the journey.

Seven years ago today, I put on a pretty white dress. I drove out to a lake-side white tent. I had butterflies in my stomach. But I wasn’t scared. Seven years ago today, I looked my best friend in the eye and told him that I would love, honor and respect him for the rest of my life. He looked at me, with rarely serious eyes, and told me the same. Seven years ago today, we started our life together. I never would have believed it to be possible then, but today – seven years later, we are more in love, more respectful of, and more thankful for each other than we were that day. We have grown greatly in these seven years and God has showed us and taught us so much about marriage and about life. Some of it easy to learn, much of it difficult. Some of it full of unexplainable joy, some of it streaked with tears. I know there are many more lessons to learn, filled with more laughter and more tears. And I look forward to them all.

I am thankful today, that eight years ago, I got on that motorcycle. Happy Anniversary, Steve.