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happy anniversary.

Nineteen.

If you’re talking about grains of rice or hairs on your head,

that’s a little number.

But I’m not talking about food or hair.

I’m talking years.

Years.

And suddenly,

nineteen is kind of a giant number.

Nineteen.

A number that sort of takes my breath away.

Today marks nineteen years since I traded my last name for his

wearing blue Chuck Taylors and my momma’s wedding dress.

Nineteen years since I stood in a field by a stream on a farm in Virginia and said “I do”.

It’s not a golden anniversary, I guess,

but it’s a good solid stack of years we’ve piled up as Husband and Wife.

And when I think of how we’ve made it from newlywed to parents of six,

from fresh-faced to faded jeans,

from There to Here,

I have to close my eyes a little and breathe out one single word …

grace.

I can say it over and over.

It’s the anthem of our marriage.

(Of all marriage really.)

Grace.  Grace.  Grace.

And I love the tremendous bounty of the manners in which this grace has greeted us –

the people who have been grace to us.

The situations,

the circumstances

that have spoken grace.

The words and the opportunities.

Beautiful,

humbling,

incredible

grace.

Nineteen years.

And if there’s been a single thread that has held us in place

despite our unraveling selves

it can only be

grace.

Nineteen.

How grateful I am to be hemmed in by glorious grace.

6 Comments

  • Helen

    19 years and counting! What lovely thoughts concerning your marriage. And you’re right …only grace…..for all our marriages. I was at this wedding in the field by the stream on a farm in Va and it was a beautiful location and melding of two lives together. We just celebrated 37 years and they just keep going by so fast!

    • laceykeigley

      Maybe I can wrangle some up – but I can tell you this, it was lovely, but it was blazingly hot and comically far from perfect!