Last year, on Bart’s birthday, I promised a non-mushy post. This year, I’m afraid I can make no such guarantee.
I think Bart and I would both be quick to say that this past year has been, far and away, the most fun and happy year of our marriage. I don’t think that at any point in our relationship have we enjoyed each other and our lives together as much as we do now.
I don’t have grand, wonderful things to say about our lives. Our life is ordinary – jobs, church, apartment, baby on the way – but it feels remarkable to me. Last night, when Bart got home from work, we sat in the kitchen with the windows open, eating dinner. We laughed and talked about our days, did the dishes, and settled in for a few hours at home before going to bed. It was a very typical evening, nothing specifically interesting to write about, but it seems almost magical to me.
I am so happy with my life this year, and it’s Bart that makes it so lovely.
Last weekend, when I got home from my conference, after three days apart, Bart and I were doing something in the kitchen and Bart said, “I feel like we make such a good team. When we’re both here, the division of labor is so easy and natural, it makes life really smooth.”
We are a good team, now more than ever before.
Happy 30th Birthday.