Happy Anniversary to My Beautiful Bride

Sweet Taylor, happy anniversary! I love you. I still can’t believe you married me 4 years ago. I don’t deserve you. I can’t wait to take you out tonight, to laugh and celebrate the grace God’s shown us these last 4 years, and to dream and pray about the years to come.

It seems like only yesterday that we met at that party in that crowded kitchen. I still remember what you were wearing: white sandals, light blue jeans, and a dark blue sweater. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Once we spoke and I learned of your love for Jesus and heard that slight stutter that shows up when you’re nervous, I began to sense that something was happening to my heart. I began to pray that God would give me opportunity to get to know you better. I began to pray that you would want the same thing.

Six weeks later I asked you out on our first date. After you got over the fact that I called you at  9:15am on a Friday and asked to take you for a hike in the rain that same morning, you said the words I longed to hear, “yes.” My heart raced as I drove over to meet you and then walked and talked and laughed with you along that misty trail.

Quickly, I fell in love with you. It was years later that I learned that after that first date, you told your roommate Kelly that you thought I was the man you would marry. Six months later, on your 23rd birthday, I proposed to you–out in the forest along that same misty trail. Again, you said “yes!” Three months later, we walked down the aisle together as husband and wife. That was 4 years ago today. Where has the time gone?

Tay, I’m so thankful to have you as my bride. You are a godly woman, an excellent wife, and a wonderful mother. You give me so much joy. The way you serve me has taught me far more than you know about the gospel, about the way of our Savior. I treasure our marriage. Taylor, I treasure you.