"How did you guys meet?" my 5-year-old asks us, giggling.
"Well, Daddy used to be a gardener. He was digging and hoeing, and making sure everything was well-watered. Then up came one cabbage that was more beautiful than the rest. Daddy watered it and made sure it was kept warm. That cabbage turned into your mother."
This is the story my husband tells my daughter, always leading to the unstoppable giggles.
The real story is my husband and I met the first week of my freshman year at a small college. He was friends with my college roomate. We became friends, but knew very quickly it would become something else. Then we began dating, and knew very quickly we would get married. We were married two weeks after my graduation. Ten years ago today.
But I think there is a lot of truth in my husband's story in a strange way. Marriage takes constant care. We must guard our hearts. Daily we need to pull the weeds of sin and selfishness out of our heart. We need to keep the warmth in our hearts.
In some small way I think it is the little rituals that make our marriage. Walks, teatime, reading aloud, snuggling with our Bibles in the morning. These are the "small, good things."
For this union I praise one holy God who encircles us together with a thousand entwinings year by year as we become one.