28 Years (One Day Late)

 28 Years // A letter to my dad -- 

Twenty-eight years ago, you stood at the altar as the most gorgeous bride -- Carrie Boswell -- strode down the aisle to stand by your side. You grasped her hands, looked into her eyes, and told her that you would love her for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. And for many years, you guys got to experience the "for better" and "in health." You did everything together. The life you shared was so fun. I remember being in college, looking at pictures you two would send of Jeep rides, ice cream dates, and your little escape to Disney World (leaving your helpless children at home)! I often thought, man, I hope I get to live out my vows like that. There was no trace of falling out of love -- you seemed to love each other more every single day. 

And then August 8th hit, and all of the sudden, we were ravaged by the "in sickness" and "for worse." For the next three months to follow, you dropped everything to be by her side. You didn't leave her for a moment. You watched her sleep, you drove her to radiation, you took her to Bob Evans after every appointment. You walked with her when she felt good, and you held her when she didn't. 

I wrote this in her eulogy, but it bears repeating: We got to watch you give every ounce of yourself to taking care of her, giving her medicine on schedule throughout the night, getting her outside to watch the leaves change, adjusting her pillows, massaging her legs. And you know she would have done the same for you... except better ;) 

But in her final days, she whispered, often, what an amazing nurse you were and how much she loved being cared for by you. She was never bitter, never once complained. And much of that is due to her faith in the sovereignty of God. But it's also because of you. You lavished your love on her and never left her side -- what a beautiful demonstration of Christ's love for His bride. 

I can't help but think, still, that I hope I get to live out my vows like that. Not that I'd wish this on my husband, of course, but dang -- to selflessly and sacrificially lay down your schedule, your sleep, your social life, and your sanity for the well-being of your spouse?? That is one of the most sanctifying and God-glorifying things I think anyone can endure. Besides, if the true purpose of marriage is to reflect the gospel and make us more like Jesus, then I hope we all get to live out our vows like that. For worse. In sickness. Through the valley. But committed. Together. Laying down your desires, regardless of the cost. 

As we remember your anniversary and reflect on the beautiful 27.85 years you had together, we as your children thank you. Thank you for showing us what it looks like to choose (and keep choosing!) your spouse. Thank you for never leaving Mom's side in the hills and the valleys. Thank you for giving us a picture of the way Christ loves the church -- just by showing us how you loved your bride. 

Happy Anniversary to an absolutely incredible couple! <3 



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