Eleven years.

Right now Lucas is outside at a park with the kids, in the near rain, so I can have an hour to myself and try to get rid of the headache that is slowly crawling up my neck. And this, in a nutshell, is our whole relationship wrapped up into one neat little Saturday morning hour. 

Eleven years ago, we got married. Somehow Lucas has always been better at loving me 'for better or for worse' than I have been to him. He has always carried out his end of the deal, to love me as Christ loved the Church. No matter how ugly I get, literally and figuratively, he extends the hand of gentleness towards me.

I am so very blessed to be married to this man. 

Happy anniversary, Lucas!