So, I guess you noticed the tagline list at the top of the page — for those of you who didn’t or don’t know what a tagline list is (I’m not really sure if that’s a real thing anyway, but it’s the way I can think of to describe it) it says: wife… artist… cooking novice… redhead… follower of Christ…
Well, I’d like to talk about that first one. wife. See, all those other things have been a part of me for quite some time now, but this “wife” thing is relatively new. Okay, who am I kidding… it’s REALLY new. We’re talking barely over two months, new. And in the grand scheme of things, that is newborn baby crying through the night wearing tiny diapers kind of new. But, it’s a beautiful new thing and I like it.
Here’s the thing, I’m in love with one of the most hilarious, intelligent, wonderful, man I have ever laid eyes on. It doesn’t hurt that he is tall, dark-haired, and handsome with the most adorable dimples on the planet. Just have a look for yourself…
I remember the first time I laid eyes on him. I remember what shirt I was wearing that day. I remember where I was and what he was doing and I remember that I was pretty sure he would never remember who I was. And that’s a lot of remembering for a person who doesn’t have the greatest memory.
Turns out he remembered me! And he liked me so much that he started to love me and asked me to marry him, so that’s what we did; we got married. September 25, 2010.
(More on the proposal story and wedding day details later.)
So, here I sit, just over two months into being a wife, daily encountering the biggest life transition I’ve ever been through, and loving it. How couldn’t I? I mean, I have the privilege of doing life with my best friend, laughing every day, and knowing that when I take off my makeup and put on old sweatpants and a too-big t-shirt, he still loves me. And I can’t do anything to change that.
Okay, so I love Andy, that’s a given, but I didn’t know what it meant to love someone REALLY love someone selflessly until Andy and I got married. You see, I never had to plan meals before or do someone else’s laundry or rub someone else’s feet without expecting the same in return. See, here’s the thing I’m learning; marriage is about two people loving each other the way Christ loves us. This is what I’m talking about:
Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.
So, in the most basic sense, we are supposed to put others’ interests ahead of our own and model our lives after Christ, who even though he was God, lived life like a servant. Simply stated, I’m going to love Andy by putting his needs before mine and not because he deserves it or has done something to earn it, but because I choose to. (It doesn’t always work out that way… but hey, this marriage thing is new, remember?)
Okay, okay so I know that I’m only now beginning to experience this kind of selfless love with Andy, but with only two months under our belts as married folks and with Andy being a lot better about remembering this selfless love stuff than I am, I can’t wait to see what is to come years down the road!
Love someone selflessly,