As we cross the threshold of our 9th anniversary, I am thinking of that night nine years and a handful of months ago. The night that Rob casually mentioned maybe we could get married? He was so nervous. I was excited. I had not pushed him to marriage, I knew when he was ready, he would be ready. It was no official marriage proposal. Just hey, what do you think about getting married? I think we both needed that though. He was nervous of rejection, and I was cautious of making a bad decision.
That night, I think I prayed and reached out harder than I had in any past prayer. I wanted, needed to feel that confirmation of yes, he was my man for eternity. But I was steeling myself for that still small voice to say wait, you/he aren't ready or right for each other. Such an agonizing moment! Only to be rewarded with a soft, warm yes. Just a gentle yes, enough for me to KNOW it was right. And it grew. That entire night. It didn't disappear. As my elation grew, realizing I'd gotten the answer I desired, that feeling of *right* just got stronger.
And it's never diminished. Nine years on, and I'm still as dedicated to him as that night, the night I knew we were destined to spend eternity together. How sweet the feeling is. He is my rock, my safe place when I am feeling pushed by outside influences and stressed to my limits. He's always supporting me, always holding me, even when we are not together, he's there.
I love you Rob. Happy anniversary. I will love you nine more years and then for eternity after that.