Eight years ago today, I was getting my hair done and trying to standing still while my bridesmaids buttoned up my wedding dress and zipped up my white leather go-go boots.
I did not know, when I walked down the aisle, the person I could be.
I did not understand that my heart would have the good sense to love Scott more with each passing year.
I did not know that, for every painful moment we faced, there would be thousands of soft touches and big smiles to soften them.
I did not understand how much laughter there would be.
I did not believe someone could love my quirks as much as my strengths.
I did not believe that I could do the same for him.
I know true love is often scoffed upon, but Scott is my person. I would not be willing to try so hard and fall so short and love so much without Scott being Scott.
We dated for 7 months and were engaged for 7 more before becoming Mr. and Mrs. Iwashyna on November 22, 2003 surrounded by so many people who loved us and a few people who had no idea who we were.
But even before the engagement, while I was still dating Scott, a wise friend told me: If you really love him, you will put his greatest spiritual growth first — even if that does not include you.
And although I’m very grateful that his life does include me, I think she laid down a fundamental framework for our marriage. Our marriage isn’t about being 50/50. We don’t have the energy to keep score. Our marriage is about giving one another the grace to be human and the challenge to be the best human we can be.
I love you, Scott. Happy 8 years.
To blave. What is more nobler than that?