On the day we stood at the altar, I wonder if my husband Chad realised that he was marrying someone who would come in so many different editions? Did he know that he would be called upon to learn to love all of the versions of me through all the years?
Maybe he was surprised, on the afternoon of our wedding, to see me go so quickly from laughter to tears, a young woman suddenly overwhelmed by the prospect of everything in her life changing, weeping in a pretty bedroom while a sweet young groom shakily offered her a can of Sprite to make her feel better.
He should have realised then that there would be no stopping the inevitable changes in me from year to year, and sometimes from moment to moment.
For better, for worse
Some years are harder than others. Life circumstances shape us all in certain ways and will almost always result in either spiritual growth or spiritual decline.
