I don’t know that I’ve really mentioned it this year, but Mr. Fix-It and I celebrated our 12th anniversary last week.  Normally I would have written something and maybe posted some pictures…but this year I don’t have as much to say.

This year, 12 seems like a big number.

This year, I look around and there’s not a lot of people around us in our age group that reached that number.

Or that reached that number happily.

Or that reached that number honorably.

This year, I look at us and I am humbled.

God has poured out His unfathomable grace on us and we are still here. Together. At 12 years.

There are no perfect people. There is no perfect marriage. There is no easy path to carving out your forever, together. But we are growing more, and striving less. We are working more, and competing less. We face down temptation each day, each week, each busy season…choosing holy over happy. And we are happy. Only by grace.

This year our words are “but we are fine.”

This year our marriage is a quiet place.

Is this only a season? {shrug} Perhaps. Maybe that’s why I don’t find myself with many words to share. Life has taught me that the most vicious blows are ones you don’t see coming.

Right now our marriage is a warm cup of coffee in the late night darkness as the lights twinkle…a place to rest in the quiet.