When we were younger, it all felt easy.
If you met the Lamberts 10 years ago, you would think us wild and so in love.
Love and passion guided our decision making and the world had a gentleness with us that felt safe.
I still remember the first time we talked about love. Parked in the driveway of his parents house, I boldly said I loved him, eager to stay in the space of us before we said goodnight. His smile came easy and his words lingered in the air and still follow us into each new year we enter.
“I have told others I loved them, but I didn’t know what that was. I need you to know you’re different. I can’t say those words to you tonight, not because I am not sure I feel them, but mainly because I want you to see that I love you, before you hear it.”
I said I love you first, because he already showed he felt the same way.
Those words are still everything to me. Especially today, over 10 year later when the world lost its ease and the road became much more steep. As we have traveled forward, we carry with us a much heavier pack and a knowledge of wounds we did not have when we first started out. This journey hurts and can be scary. There’s very little magic to the unknown of what is to come and sometimes I am not sure we have what it takes.
Then his words follow us like a sweet breeze to a weary soul. I force myself to rest and pay attention.
I hear the concern in his voice, as he asked how our girl handled the evening. I smell the sweet spice of a simmering dinner as I walk through the door after a long day. I see him find me in a crowd and feel his eyes follow me as I mingle. I hear his heartbeat in an embrace. Feel his breath as he pulls me in. His fingerprints mark every area of my life and I find strength knowing I am not alone. We are in this together, always have been.
When we were younger, it all felt so easy. Now as we grow older, we continue to learn that very little is simple, but together makes it better.