Last Friday was our 10th wedding anniversary. The traditional gift for 10 years is aluminum or tin (who does that, anyway?); a modern gift is diamond jewelry (now we’re talking!). Nothing against tradition or modern gift-giving, but neither of those gifts really captured this anniversary. Instead, we dubbed this the “antibiotic anniversary.”
You see, we spent Friday taking turns in different waiting rooms. He waited for me while I had a routine scan taken. I waited for him to find out he has pneumonia. Instead of a romantic dinner, we filled prescriptions. Instead of an evening out, we broke out the thermometer and humidifier. (We did manage to hit a drive-thru for my favorite fall treat…a pumpkin pie concrete from Andy’s.)
If you had asked me on my honeymoon what I wanted to be doing on our 10th anniversary, I would not have said, “Oh, recovery from surgery sounds good, and maybe a bit of bronchitis and pneumonia thrown in.” No, it probably would have included words like, weekend getaway, cruise, or cabin in the mountains.
But that’s OK. I didn’t marry my man for what he could do for me or what he could give me. I married him because he’s the love of my life. I married him because I knew that I wanted to do life with him…every moment of every day.
In the last 10 years, we’ve seen “better” (children, vacations, celebrations) and “worse” (newborn-induced sleep deprivation, arguments, family drama). We’ve seen “richer” (pay raises and bonuses) and “poorer” (job loss and career changes). We’ve seen “sickness” (ear infections, pneumonia, cancer) and “health.” In every moment, he’s been there, praying with me and for me, holding me, and walking with me every step of the way.
So while a doctor’s office wasn’t part of the original plan for our anniversary celebration, it was made better by the fact that I was with my best friend. That makes everything better (that and a pumpkin pie concrete!).
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres (1 Corinthians 13:7)