7 Years of Love and Laughter

Today Vitaliy and I are celebrating our 7 year wedding anniversary.

The other night I was flipping through the latest Real Simple magazine and came across a spread titled Live Long and Prosper. Each person being interviewed were 100 years or older. They were giving their advice on aging gracefully. One gentleman’s response stood out to me amongst the rest. In his photo, he sits looking completely relaxed with the biggest grin on his face. At first glance you don’t notice it because the image is black and white, but sitting right above his smile is a beautiful white mustache perfectly groomed.

This is his answer as to how he made it to be 100:

“I think I’ve lived so long and been so healthy because I worked so hard. I was an electrician until I was 80, and I have stayed busy since my retirement, going to ball games, movies, the theater, and the opera. My wife, Bertie, and I just celebrated our 80th wedding anniversary, and she does all these activities with me – she’s 102. She still looks wonderful. We hold hands and enjoy our life together very much.”

I thought to myself, if Vitaliy still thinks I look wonderful after 80 years of marriage, if he still wants to hold my hand and go on dates with me, I will be a blessed woman. But right now, we are at 7 years, not 80, and he still thinks I look wonderful and he still grabs my hand to hold every day. For that I am thankful. And I consider myself blessed.

This is one of my favorite pictures from our trip to Ukraine. It was taken by our brother-in-law Vasily in Chernivtsi, Vitaliy’s hometown and the place where I fell even more in love with my husband.

7 Years of Love and Laughter

My First Moustache Man

This weekend I had the pleasure of attending a friend’s baby shower.

On the invite, the hosts invited us to include our own baby photo attached to our gift and the mommy-to-be would guess who the gift belonged to based on the photograph. I thought it was such a cute idea. Unfortunately, the majority of my baby photos are currently in storage. I asked Vitaliy to do a search on our computer to see if we had a digital copy of a photo that I could print and use. He called me in to take a look. On the screen was this photo of me and my dad.

And in that moment I was reminded of something – Vitaliy was not my first moustache man.

I think you need to rock the moustache again, dad. I love you!

dad-with-moustache

Until Death Do Us Part

Two of us

This past Friday I attended a memorial service for one of the pastors of my church, Steve Aurell, who recently died of cancer. The last two people to share were his wife Laura and their daughter Jessica.

I had spent the entire service crying and all of my tissues were drenched with snot and tears. I was ill equipped to soak up any more and wondered how I would make it through their reflections. But I was surprised that it was the only time during the entire service that I didn’t feel the urge to cry.

My mind was transfixed and my gaze unwavering as one of my biggest fears stared me in the face. A wife having lost her husband.

I am petrified of losing my own husband. Or worse, me dying and leaving him behind. Actually, I still haven’t decided which one is worse. I remember thinking once how lucky it was for Vitaliy’s parents that they died together in the same accident. I often think, and have even prayed, that Vitaliy and I could have such luck. (Even though I don’t believe in luck! Hence, the prayer.) But this sounds so morbid, let me get to my point.

As I reflected this weekend on what Laura shared, my prayer started to change. She said she had fallen more in love with Steve as she watched the way he lived in spite of the cancer. I was overwhelmed. I knew in that moment that I was getting to witness first hand the beauty of the promise, “until death do us part.”

The reality is it doesn’t matter how your marriage starts, or even how well you do in the middle, what matters most is how it ends. There are so many couples who never make it to the that special “until death do us part” of the relationship. Steve and Laura were the first to admit that their marriage had its ups and downs, but they persevered. Their marriage was marked with grace and forgiveness and they loved all the way until death parted them.

I now have a new prayer. Instead of praying that we would die the way Vitaliy’s parents did – together, I now pray that we would live like them, committed and in love all the way to the end.

This photo was taken in the window of Vitaliy’s grandparents home in Ukraine. The same window where Vitaliy’s parents had a few of their wedding photos taken. Thank you Vasiliy for the photo!