We lingered on a deck half a world away.
We discussed facts and faith and future happenings.
We named hypothetical babies.
We planned careers.
We imagined limitless paths.
We mapped life.
We left out clutter.
We omitted stuff.
We never said, “We definitely need a car that seats eight and a house on two acres and a Wii and a zillion outdated VHS tapes and every CD that group ever made.”
But somehow we ended up with all the above.
I think back to what we desired a week into marriage: hope, adventure, crazy-big dreams, spaghetti dinners five nights of week, loads of laughter, a space of our own, kisses at every red light, and grace.
Let me find a way to slow the dizzying pace of life and remember simple dreams.
Do you remember your first-year-of-marriage dreams? What were they? How have your dreams changed?
*Linking up with Cheryl.