After several decades, Tom and I have learned we don't have to limit our celebrating to only one day a year. It doesn't have to be roses and fancy restaurants. In the quiet moments, the moments in-between, we look at each other with dorky smiles, hold hands and talk about how much we love our life.
Maybe we learned to celebrate throughout the year because of the moments that held no celebratory tinge. Moments of loss, parents, child, sibling, jobs, home. Moments when it seemed like all we had was each other.
But, here we are! And it was a day that parents dread that showed me just how blessed we are, as a couple and as a family.
With lights out and all media off, we sat and held our collective breath in a hospital room. Preeclampsia gripped Mary over 7 weeks before her delivery date. Getting her blood pressure down was critical, literally a matter of life and death.
Tom sat on one side of Mary's bed reading a book, with me on the other grading papers. James and his fiancee played a board game in the window seat. The same nurse who tried to make us leave eventually realized Mary's blood pressure was dropping as we wrapped her in love.
Over seven years later, that day is etched in my heart as one of our best days. And Tom and I learned to celebrate any day, all days.
Dear Ones, I pray there is someone in your life who gladly shares all of its praises, prayers and problems. How do you celebrate the most meaningful relationships in your life? What's been your best moment together so far?
24 For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.