10 years. That’s what I’m looking at this May 29th, 2014 as Wil I celebrate our 10 year anniversary. As I scanned the photo albums looking for pictures to post, I was reminded of where we’ve been and what we’ve been through. Pictures are a funny thing, they are usually taken at the good times, the best times, the “Say Cheese!” times.
I remember the first time I had a real discussion with Wil’s mom. Talk of how “this time was different” seemed to be the theme as I rested from camp, sprawled out on the couch at his family home. My love for that family was instant and familiar.
In the beginning, I didn’t know if it was worth it but we both hung on and somewhere we knew this was a relationship worth the work. We had those conversations that last hours and the weird coincidences that can’t be explained. On the receiving end of many a love note, written on the sleeves of records, I was falling.
Well, we graduated college, moved to Colorado, moved back and lived at a house in Black Mountain. Many adventures were taken as we tried to live life as fully as we knew how and with as much money as we could make which wasn’t much. All the while, I knew Wil wanted to be a Priest. When Wil went to what I can only imagine was a very heavy dinner with my folks to ask for my hand in marriage, he learned I came with no dowry so he was like, so totally out of there…..nah, obviously he went through with it no matter what baggage I came with. My dad asked me if I knew what marrying a Priest was going to be all about. I had NO clue. What I did know was that Wil was a guy that fought for what he thought was right. I hadn’t yet seen the ambition he could muster but I knew that his battles were battles I wanted to fight with him.
The blur that is a wedding happened and the awesomeness that is a honeymoon happened. Then came the steps towards Sewanee. It was pretty crazy and intense at times but again and again the path lead towards Seminary. I was never one with my heart set on a career or a certain way things had to be so I was ready for the adventure, the change, the challenge. So we loaded up Sylus, the bestest dog ever, and moved into a house in the Woodlands on the campus of The University of the South and I remember being so incredibly excited about our new digs. We had a dishwasher and it was a much nicer house then we had lived in. Sewanee took our relationship out of the young love phase and bumped us into the trials and tribulations portion of marriage. We also laughed a lot and began to compare our relationship with other people on the same path. Somewhere in there we were given the gift of Lilly. We were also given the gift of having no idea where to go next after graduation. As it always does, it worked out exactly how it needed to and we moved to Lookout Mountain. I missed my Sewanee friends badly as we entered into the role of clergy and clergy spouse. I was bitter sometimes and lonely a lot but what that ended up doing is forcing conversation and forcing me to rely more on myself and more on Wil as a best friend. Willow came along and Sylus passed away and we moved on to Pawleys Island. The lessons learned along the way have made us so strong. Our faults are many but we recognize and honor the human part of this journey together.
When one of us is stewing in our own pity, the other will bring them their favorite treat. When Wil reads the girls a book, he will have me laughing with his silly voices. I know that he loves me. I know that he thinks that I am beautiful. He encourages me to do what is right and supports me when I mess up. These next 10, I can’t help but be in awe of what they might bring and so happy that I get to live them with my best friend. Wil, you are my lobster……