I'd Have Married You Sooner

Today Matt and I will celebrate our second anniversary. We have been together for six years...plus the five big months of my freshman year of high school (which was ten years ago!).

Christmas Dance 2001

youth group party at my house-December 2001

I started keeping journals from the time I was about eight, and it is fascinating to me to see what I wrote about the boy with the perfect smile who smelled SO good that I would actually haul the couch cushion he'd leaned against upstairs to my waterbed so that I could smell his Candies cologne as I drifted off to sleep. Even if I had a friend spending the night, the cushion stayed. A bit neurotic, I concede, but I just loved that smell. They don't even make that scent anymore! It's hard to believe that was over a decade ago. I had braces! I was fourteen! Yet, some part of my heart just knew. I always tell him, "There was only ever you for me."

College years--I chased him till he caught me!

Happiest day of my life!

I couldn't even skim the surface of the story of our relationship as we progressed from dating to being engaged (a very slooow process ; ) ) to becoming Mrs. Lauren Jacobs.

What's on my mind tonight, though, is the present. In two years of marriage, we have weathered storms that were both unexpected and unspeakably difficult. Still here we are. The hard times have made us closer, stronger, and better together. You are both my solid rock and my soft place to fall. John Matthew, the one whom my soul loves, I cannot fathom life without you. For always kissing me goodbye; never forgetting to say you love me; dancing with me in the kitchen; your unending supply of patience; the thousands of ways you show you care; for loving me unconditionally; making me feel cherished; respecting me; encouraging me to pursue my dreams no matter the cost; partnering with me in ministry; knowing every part of me yet liking me anyway; laughing at my jokes; and for choosing me to spend forever with--I thank you. My heart is completely, irrevocably yours.
Love you most,
Your Wifey

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