I glance down from our eighth floor vantage point and see my mom and dad in the distance, walking by the ocean, pausing to take a photo, stopping to comment about something to the other.
They’ve been married nearly thirty-five years, and I’ve been the beneficiary of that relationship for the last thirty. I smile and pause to be thankful as I watch them walk away, because I know just how challenging life can be.
I had a coworker who, when asked how long he had been married, would say, “8 happy years...12 years total.” It was funny every time I heard him say it, but like all good comedy, there is a shred of truth it points out.
As Lacie and I approach our six year anniversary this month, I’m overwhelmed with the incredible gift she is to me. I cannot imagine the last six years of my life without her companionship, support, and encouragement.
I understand fully that life has and will throw unexpected circumstances and trials our way. Every year will not be pure bliss, and there will be things outside of either of our control that will fight for our joy.
But as I sit here and look out at my parents, whose lives have not been devoid of obstacles and challenges, I feel a resolve inside of me swell up, a determination to be the type of husband to Lacie she deserves and needs.
I see us walking on that beach. She’s still beautiful, I’m older and fatter, but it’s a lot of years from now. We are talking about that one time we came to Destin on Dad’s birthday. “Remember how we got up to watch the sunrise? And Mom and Dad went and picked up breakfast and coffee.”
I guarantee between now and then we will fall short, we will make mistakes, we will lose things and people we cherish, and life will look drastically different. But the constant will be the commitment that carries us to that day.