01 July, 2013
I watched this today and had to share it with you.
It's hard for me to put into words how blessed I feel to have Steven. I know I go all gaga over him all the time on the blog, and for some people that can be really off-putting. It's just that I love him so much. In our five years of marriage, we have gone through some tough stuff - some of it I've told you about, but a lot has been in those trenches of very private warfare.
When the kids are asleep and it's dark outside and we finally have a second to really see each other and talk, I find home in his eyes and arms. The relentless bullet-dodging and cold, loneliness of the foxholes of late don't matter anymore.
Steven has become more than a spouse to me; more than the guy that gave me a ring and asked me to marry him. He's become my back-up, my partner, at times the commander who talks me through the fog when I can't quite see where to go. He intimately knows the battles that I'm fighting and loves me through them. When I want to give up he carries me until the will to keep fighting returns. And when I'm ready to fight, he fights harder than anyone I've ever seen, protecting me and forging forward.
Can you tell I feel like I'm fighting a hard battle right now? All these war references. Jeez.
But it's where I'm at.
Anyway, I'm just trying to say that love and marriage and all that... sweet and good and romantic. I'm grappling with the right words, but what I'm trying to say is that I'd go through every depth of trial, I'd fight through every battle all over again, to be where we are right now.
In twenty years I'll read this and laugh a little, shake my head. Oh Brooke, little did you know. Little do I know what lies ahead - what heartbreak and joy and tumult and glee. The way I feel about him now will be magnified a million times.
But right now, I feel so full of comfort that I could burst.
I have enduring love in my life. How can anything else matter?