Nine years of friendship, five years of dating, and tomorrow three years of marriage with this goon!
I look back and can’t believe what we’ve gone through together. It feels like yesterday we met at Chicago O’Hare and my heart would skip a beat when he’d call me “darling.” We’ve been through quite a lot since then. I can’t say that we’ve had it easy because of our circumstances. Long distance is a bitch, pardon my language.
For example, the entire year leading up to our wedding day we were an ocean apart, Skyping over an hour nearly every day. Then, we had a few sweet weeks together before it was grind time again. He went back to England while I applied for my spousal visa – which took several months of waiting.
I’ve also struggled being away from friends and family these past couple of years. Mainly because I’m such a creature of habit and home body – so I often miss the familiarity of America. I hate to admit that I’m also so introverted, I struggle to make friends. Fortunately, I can say I’ve made friends that I will keep for laugh and am forever grateful for. The UK has become a second home to me though in the past three years or so.
The other day my cab driver asked what I loved about England but to be honest, on the spot, I couldn’t come up with an answer. If I could go back, I would say this: I love that you’re never too far from a castle. You’re never too far from a historical monument; just down the road is a church 1,000 years old. The buses are pretty cool; I like sitting at the top, in the front, so you have an entire view of the road and buildings. Speaking of the buildings, I love those too; you’ve got Edwardian, Georgian, Tutor, Victorian. It’s all so pretty and quaint; people love their gardens and take good care of their roses. There’s only so much green space in London so most do what they can to make their little square foot look beautiful.
More to the point, though. Stuart and I are now working, saving money, and preparing for this next step as we work out his green card application for our migration back to the US together in the fall. It’s been so bloody stressful. But over the course of this journey, I’ve learned a lot about what it means to place my burdens at the cross. There’s nothing we can do about our situation; we have to do what we can and leave the rest up to Him. Trusting in God’s good timing is what is pulling me through on tough days.
Tonight, to celebrate our anniversary, we’re both so exhausted that we’re literally going to order takeaway and watch films together all night (when he wakes up from his nap as he has just come off a night shift this morning). To be honest, I’m exhausted because it feels like what’s been a very long journey for us is approaching a new chapter. I’ve just put in my month notice at my job and I’m making a list of all of the things I’m excited to do once I get home.
Anyway, all this to say, I can’t believe I met this guy on a chatroom at 15. Who’d have thought he’d teach me how to love better. Marriage has been such a blessing; I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as kind hearted, loving, and steadfast in all he does as my sweet husband.
I love you, darling.