A Lonely Celebration

Today marks our first year anniversary.  A year ago today I was joined in marriage to the most remarkable man I have ever met.  It should be a time of joy and celebration.  But what lonely celebration.  On a day like today, a day in celebration of 'us', not 'I'; it is very difficult to feel joyful.  At 2am this morning, I contemplated the ever rising sun; how it would soon bring the morning and with it, the need to get up and attend church.  But as I woke again, (this time at an appropriate-ish hour), I decided against it.  Nathan and I spent almost our entire first year intimately connected to Antioch Church.  It was a place where we were always together; always their at the same time, always working side by side... Now I'm not trying to be dramatic, I just kind of am.  Born that way.  In the blood.  Must be the Indian side.  But I know, if I go to that church today, on our anniversary, I'll just be all sorts of annoyed and, dare I say, pissed off.  In a bad mood anyway.  It is better for all involved if I just sit at home and read romance novels.  (Not the icky ones, the ones actually about love.  We're not talking Danielle Steele here).  And maybe here, God will be able to sidle over and slap me upside the head.  Who knows?  All I want is to hold the man who shares this day with me.  But he is, quite literally, beyond my grasp.  Even so, I am so blessed to call Nathan my own, and I am forever thankful that the Lord brought him into my life.  Though we spend this first anniversary apart, I am confident that we will spend many more together. Many more. :)

Oh and P.S.

Nathan's parents' anniversary is tomorrow.  24 years!  It is such a blessing to get to see their love lived out every day.  As far as role models go, they're pretty good. ;)