Driving down the mountain today, I was struck by the beauty of my surroundings. The sky was full of silver clouds heavy with impending rain, but the trees glowed with remnants of the day's light thrown by a stray sunbeam peeking through the gloom. The mountain shone green with life and and the renewal that only comes after a long winter.
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I think of myself as a "neophile": someone who loves newness and change. "Why would someone like that get married at such a young age?" you might ask. I asked myself the same thing during our engagement. I did not date anyone for longer than three months before I met Everett, because I did not enjoy dragging something out that I knew was not the right relationship for me. I constantly pick new hobbies, and my style of clothing changes every season. "Contentment" sounded (and sometimes still sounds) stagnant and boring to my ears. I prayed about this so much after he proposed, and the risk he was taking with me weighed heavy on my heart.
A few months after we got married, the Lord revealed to me that my marriage was going to be like learning to reread a book; a complicated book, one that would change in my eyes a little bit every time I read it, but the same book the whole time.
As I drove down this mountain, I saw our marriage as the peak. Strong, solid, and growing older by the second. I then saw the blossoming trees as our experiences together, and almost cried at the beauty of the ever-freshening glory of loving the one you're with. Each new day is an opportunity to cherish him, to discover him, to love him. Each new experience adds to the health of our lives, and our rocky spots will become smoothed by harsh weather.
I am excitedly content with my husband.
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