Through it all, there has been you

Twenty-one years ago today, the skies were gray and threatening rain. I wasn’t worried about the weather. No matter what happened, it would be perfect.

It was a year and a half since you’d called me and said very simply, “I think it’s time we go shopping for rings.” I’d been sitting on the floor folding socks and underwear, but it was suddenly one of the best moments of my life.”

Before I knew it, I was standing in a white dress, fidgeting with my long gloves, and preparing to walk toward you, and the rest of our lives.

All nerves and nervousness, that evening flew by, and then I was your wife. I’ll admit now that  I had no idea at all what that was going to mean.

We welcomed some babies and buried others. We cheered on first steps and lamented last ones. We’ve created home and left it behind. We’ve plotted, planned, and dreamed and then welcomed the unexpected.

Through it all, there has been you. And there has been us.

Twenty-one years ago, I thought I knew what love looked like. I looked into your eyes as we said our vows and I knew that that was love. And it was. But it is so small compared to what was to come.

We vowed to each other “for better or for worse,” hoping there would be more of the better than the worse. We had no idea that the “worse” was necessary. It was in those darkest moments that we learned to cling to each other. It was in those moments that love grew strong. I’m no longer afraid of the things life has planned for us.

So, my Love, here’s to the next twenty-one years. Let them be what they will be, so long as I can be by your side.



About Rebecca Frech

Rebecca Frech is a Catholic author, speaker, CrossFit coach, and the Managing Editor of The Catholic Conspiracy website. She is the author of the best-selling books Teaching in Your Tiara: A Homeschooling Book for the Rest of Us and Can We Be Friends? She is a co-host of the popular podcast The Visitation Project, and is a columnist for The National Catholic Register. She and her husband live just outside Dallas with their eight children, a German Shepherd named Dave, and an ever-multiplying family of dust-bunnies.
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