Ten years ago today, I sat at my parents’ kitchen table stuffing pretty little blue bags with personalized wine corks, and sealing them with an Irish toast:
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
a full moon on a dark night,
and the road downhill all the way to your door.
I was giddy with hope, anticipation, and love.
Within a couple days, I was walking by my dad’s side wearing a big white dress and a veil. It was time. It seemed as though every second the past six months — and many more before that — had been leading up to this perfect moment.
We said “I do”, glasses clinked, music played, memories sealed, and a marriage began.
We looked ahead to the endless possibilities. A house that would become a home. A dream that would become a family. A marriage that would stand the test of time.
The truth is, we have been blessed. When you look at the big picture, everything we hoped for — and more — is ours. But those dreams certainly weren’t a guarantee, and they weren’t easy to come by.
We haven’t always had warm words on cold evenings. No, we’ve been too hard on each other, on our kids — even on ourselves along the way. There have been some nights that were so dark, there wasn’t a star in the sky thanks to heart-breaking news on the other end of our phone line. And the downhill thing? Well, we’ve lost control and recklessly rolled to the bottom trying to gain our footing now and then.
But through it all, we’ve built a home, a family, a life. Our sweet little world is filled with laughter, music, admiration, and love. And that’s enough for me — 10 years later — to keep believing in that Irish toast. In love. In us.
This post was inspired by the novel Those We Love the Most by Lee Woodruff. This family’s secrets and deceptions come to surface after a tragic accident changes the family dynamic forever. Join From Left to Write on June 6th as we discuss Those We Love the Most. Starting Thursday, June 6th, you can also enter to win a live video chat with Lee Woodruff, so check out From Left to Right for details!
Disclosure: As a member of From Left to Write, I received a copy of the book as inspiration for this post.