Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Unconditional Love...

Fourteen years ago tonight I was dancing it up with my new husband, friends and family in celebration of our newly recited vows. It was a great party.

I had just turned 20 not even 3 months before. Scott and I had been together 3 years and he truly was the only boyfriend I had ever had. We were young and starry eyed and hopelessly in love.

What I didn't know on that day 14 years ago was just how true those words spoken would be. For better, for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health. (We were young and lazy and opted just to use the old traditional vows, something I would change now that I'm older and wiser...though given my tendency to get weepy at the simplest of sappy moments these days, I'm not sure I could ever make it through more heartfelt words.) On that day 14 years ago I didn't have a clue about how much the ups and downs of life can both test and strengthen a relationship. I didn't understand how many growing pains we would have to experiencing together, mainly because we were so darn young when we took our vows. And I didn't fully understand OR fully appreciate Scott's true and unconditional love.

We, as any relationship, have had our fair share of challenges. On my side of things specifically (since I can only speak for myself) I have at times questioned if we had the strength to make it through a few of those challenges. If, as we have both blossomed into our true selves, our commonalities would continue to bridge the gaps between our many differences.

Thought all those times of questioning, all our times of stress, all the times that I freak out and wonder what the hell I'm doing with my life or where I'm headed, if we've made the right choices in life, if we can avoid becoming just another divorce stat, and if indeed everything will be alright, one thing has remained constant. Scott's love.

It has really only been over the past year that I've started to understand just how unconditional his love is. And it's only been recently that I started to realize that I haven't allowed myself to fully accept and trust that love as some freaky self-defense mechanism. (I'm sure there's some therapist out there who would LOVE to sit me down and get down dig into that can of worms.)

How lucky am I?

Lucky.

That's how I feel today on this day that I can celebrate with my best friend our love, our friendship, and our family.

I love you Scott.

Thank you for the past 14 years.

Thank you for your love.

Thank you for your friendship.

My life is a better, happier place because of you...and your amazing unconditional love.

A lucky lady I am.


peace

1 comment:

Sarah Kroenke said...

I am truly teary eyed after reading this. I have always thought you two were a good match. You had so much fun together in Circle K, always laughing and playing. I will never forget the camp-out when a squirrel got caught in the car and ate the upholstry. You guys took it in stride. Keep writing, Jenn. You make a difference!