It’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything, BloggerFam. Also been a while since I had the chance to lay here on the couch and collect my thoughts. Life is so busy these days. And not necessarily in a bad way; just different from what a normal life of mine usually looks like.
To answer the most frequently asked question, married life is wonderful — learning and growing and being humbled every single day — aaaand Thomas and I just celebrated our first anniversary! Totally wild! This year has flown by, but it all excites me for what lies ahead. I love that boy more than I ever thought I could love a person.
Though we weren’t as fortunate as pretty much all of our newlywed friends and couldn’t take an anniversary trip (yet) (I’m only a little bitter) because of Thomas’ school schedule, he did make me feel extra loved this past weekend by driving me to my favorite place on earth (the beach!!!!!) for a fun, relaxing day, our attention focused on nothing or no one else besides each other.
Rain threatened to cut off our day in the sun an hour earlier than anticipated, so Thomas and I packed up our beach stuff, changed clothes, and set out to explore the area instead. We stumbled upon a flea market (side note: I LOVE flea markets) and decided kill some time browsing around before eating dinner.
As we were making our way by each little section, Thomas spoke a simple yet profound statement (as usual) that got me thinking. “Isn’t it crazy how, at one point, all of this stuff was valuable to someone. And now it’s here at a flea market collecting dust? Every thing on this earth just ends up collecting dust eventually.”
Like — how true is this? No, for real. That is some good truth. Not sure which is gonna happen first, but either I am going to die or Jesus is going to come back. And in light of both of these events, not a single fragment of my “things” will even be a little bit important. I have fretted over the tiny home that Thomas and I have been blessed to live in, Does this match? What will my neighbors say? We need to update this. Will guests appreciate this special touch? And I’m definitely guilty of wasting money on things that I don’t need. Years from now, my kids will probably auction off all our junk at a flea market, but nevertheless, here in the present, I constantly worry about it as if I can bring it along in a wagon through the Pearly Gates.
As our first year anniversary approached, it revealed to my selfish heart over and over again that it is the relationships in this life that matter. Not my things.
It brings back funny memories of the time my Papaw JP spent a buttload of money and a buttload of worrisome time over a new shed for his new camper. And then not even two weeks later, a nearby tree fell backwards, bulldozed the brand new shed, and left my Papaw SOL. I can still clearly visualize Granny standing at the patio door, shaking her head, and whispering, I tried to tell him that these “things” don’t matter.
Which is almost as comical as the way every. single. couple. on House Hunters unapologetically exclaims, “This bathroom just won’t work for us! We have to have double sinks in the master bath!” Oh, if they could only see the itty bitty bathroom that Thomas and I shuffle around in.
My first year of marriage is in the books, and when I look back on all the beauty and bad jumbled together, I don’t even remember which blanket I bought for the guest bedroom or how many times people stopped to marvel at our house’s new paint color. I truly don’t even give a second thought to the size of our bathroom. I only remember the joy in Thomas’ eyes as he demolished me in Connect Four every night after dinner (lol) or all the times we stayed up way too late eating chocolate chip cookies. I remember the gorgeous waterfall hike we took in Chattanooga, not the hotel we slept in. I remember the walks we took in the evenings with Presley and the meals we ate with our favorite neighbors. Not the perfectly selected accent rug in our bedroom that no one sees or even that one really nice paycheck from the week I worked eight days in a row instead of seven. I also can’t help but reflect on the overwhelming love and joy we felt from our family and friends, simply wishing us a happy first anniversary and reminding us how much we are cared for. But I don’t even hardly remember what the bridesmaids dresses looked like from my wedding.
Everything really will eventually collect dust. Our bank accounts. Our favorite throw pillows. Presley’s adorable doggie bowls that I just had to buy him. Even my really cool robot vacuum. Although my head endlessly yearns for a house that looks like it came straight from an HGTV magazine and a giant, jacuzzi tub that I can read Harry Potter in for hours, my soul begs for interaction and connections with the people God’s placed around me. And I don’t think that’s something I should ignore.
At that flea market, I probably picked up and put down thirty-seven coffee mugs that once meant a great deal to their previous owners. I even found a children’s mug with Captain John Smith’s face on it that I legit used to own myself, which brought back so many memories of drinking chocolate milk out of that weird-face-mug when I was a child. It was molded and dirty and forgotten and became yet another confirmation that nothing in this world lasts forever — besides our love, our actions, our words, and our Jesus.
If you need me, I’m currently chilling on my couch, recuperating from this weekend and getting my head screwed on straight for work tomorrow night. And then I think I’ll call up a friend and schedule a dinner date — I’ve decided that is more important than anything else I’d be doing this side of Heaven.
With much love to my BloggerFam,
I wasn’t lying about the John smith mug!!!
Happy one year (and two days), Thomas Tubby! You are the most incredible human being that I know and easily the hardest working, most selfless, most loving, most compassionate husband. You surpass any and everything that I prayed to God for with flying colors. I love you more today than I ever have, and I am excited to continue growing that love and our marriage as the years roll by!