Yesterday was Matt’s and my tenth wedding anniversary.
I’m not sure when exactly it happened, but I think now that we are no longer playing at being real adults. We don’t look all around us, wondering from whom we need to seek permission in order to buy a car or take a vacation or make other big decisions. When our church or groups to which we belong ask for people to get involved in some area, we now know that they are looking to us – we’re no longer the new kids on the block who can just watch and learn as others meet the needs around us. We have two cars, a home, and two children. We are contemplating making the move that, more than perhaps any other, exemplifies the coming into one’s own as a family in America – the purchase of a minivan. We find ourselves having conversations about college funds and life insurance and educational philosophies. Somewhere along the line, it seems we grew up into real adults.
There is a peace and a joy in the fact that we got to do it together.
Here we are back in 1999, hanging out with some friends in Kansas City after one of the nights of competition for the gymnastics World Team Trials. He was settling into life as a junior in college at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, and I had just started my senior year of high school.
We look so young. So dorky.
The dorky-ness remains – the fact that we both love to read more than just about anything else, Matt’s obsession with Star Trek, and my joy in working with spreadsheets – even though we have just a bit less youth these days.
In the last 10 years, I’ve graduated from college, Matt started and finished grad school, we’ve moved five (Matt) or six (me) times, we’ve taken two significant international trips together, we’ve added two babies to our family, and we’ve grown in so many ways.
The growth…oh, the growth…less self-centeredness, more thoughtfulness; less anger, more patience; less demanding, more love. We have fewer fights, more grace; fewer Hot Pockets, more good food.
Speaking of good food…Matt definitely came through in his efforts for our anniversary celebration last night. He’d told me he needed 2-3 hours of time in the afternoon to prepare a surprise for me, and I couldn’t come downstairs. Cloistered upstairs in my bedroom, I put in a little bit of extra work time while Miranda slept and CaiQun helped Matt, and then the girls and I read books together once Matt deemed his full attention necessary for cooking.
And this was the result – beautiful, delicious Chinese-style dumplings.
They were glorious, my friends. If you’re lucky – and you know us in real life 🙂 – perhaps we’ll make them for you sometime! Check out Matt’s blog for even more details.
It was a sweet anniversary celebration. We all spent the morning outside in the back yard, had lunch together, enjoyed our magnificent dinner, and went for a walk, and after the girls were in bed, Matt and I spent some time looking at old photos and reminiscing about our wedding and honeymoon and all that has occurred since. Next week we will attempt to leave the girls with some friends for an evening and go out for a dinner date on our own (for the first time since China! yay for good attachment and bonding thus far!), but we all enjoyed our family celebration yesterday.
I’m so thankful for these past 10 years and am looking forward to what God has in store for us in the next 10 and beyond.