9 Years, Carrots, & A Marriage! (Mine! ❤️)

One of my biggest fears before I got married…. What if I wake up one day and realize I made a mistake? What if I wake up one day and realize I got it wrong? What then?

9 years. I met my husband 9 years ago.

8 years. We got engaged 8 years ago.

7 years. We got married 7 years ago.

My husband peels the carrots. I know you’re thinking… what does that have to do with anything?

Everything.

Because a marriage is made up of so many moving pieces and parts, and you’ll miss the small things sometimes, not realizing how valuable they are.

He peels the carrots and the potatoes and the other veggies because it takes me forever to do it. It literally takes me three times as long. Sometimes I’ll ask him to. Other times, like tonight, he’ll pop into the kitchen, see me with a bag of carrots, grin, and offer to do it for me.

And it’s not just the carrots. That’s only one piece of a giant puzzle.

Before I met my husband, after one long, disastrous relationship, followed by one I was only in because I was so broken from the one before it, and then a string of lousy dates after that one… I told God I was done. I was through. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in a Bi-Lo parking lot when I stepped out of the car to go into the store, and I just sort of stopped there, just beside the car. And I said, “Whoever he is, wherever he is… I’m waiting on You. Whenever that is. You just let me know.”

3 months later I met Jeremy. And something just clicked. I didn’t know then what that something was, just that when I sat down with him for the very first time, it felt right.

At the time we were two very selfish people that had a lot of growing to do. As do most couples. But it was the beginning of something. I didn’t hear God telling me no, so I went with it.

We dated, fell in love, got engaged, but before we got married I almost walked away. And God finally spoke. He said, “Don’t you dare.”

And I knew. I knew then that God had sent him. — I also knew that if I let him, the devil would tear it all slap apart.

I was still scared. I still wondered, in the back of my mind, what if I’m making a mistake?

I didn’t make a mistake. Every single day I wake up and fall more and more in love with my husband.

He peels carrots while I snap green beans, both of us talking, laughing, joking.

He smiles, and just like the first time I met him, I still get a little lost in it.

I know carrots don’t seem like a big deal, but even now, nearly a decade later, we’re still a team. When it’s the small things, like vegetables… And when it’s the bigger things, whatever they may be. Doesn’t matter.

We still click. Both of us sliding into place like puzzle pieces. Right where we belong.

We still have a long way to go. Nine years is only a dent in a lifetime, but God knows what He’s doing, and I know He did this. So long as we stick with Him, all the way, all the time, I know we’ll always be fine. ❤️

So here is a nice, blurry selfie I forced my husband to pop in and smile for! 😘

Love y’all!