Feb 14, 2012
Last night we started talking about how many years we’d been together. Eight. Then one of us asked, “How many days have we been married?”
Our cursory calculations (I didn’t go strictly, like September is 30 days, October is 31, etc.) showed that we’ve been married for 3,064 days.
When we put it that way, all of a sudden it was…different. Thinking about the fact that I have spent over 3,000 nights sleeping beside him… over 3,000 days waking up to his face. They weren’t all happy nights. And there were mornings when it didn’t feel like the “joy came in the morning…”
It’s a silly exercise, but quantify your marriage. How many days have you been married?
It made me thankful for all 3,064 days. I can’t imagine loving another person the way I love Abraham. There just something about us….
And it made me realize that my love for him can’t be quantified. We know we love each other with a ferocity that astounds both of us–I didn’t know I could have that in this life. I certainly didn’t know that at Day 1.
It took me 3,064 days to get here, to love him the way I do. What’s it gonna be like after 3,064 more?