I had to, you see, because a trio of young men came and took away my bed.
For the first time ever, my bed was leaving my childhood bedroom, the one with the blue walls that you could barely see behind all the posters, post cards, pictures and comics.
Because I was getting married that day. My bed and I were leaving the comforts of home and charting a new course with a new man. A new adventure.
It hit me today that Corey and I are at the tipping point. We have one more year of marriage before our years of Married with Kids equals (and then surpasses) our years of Married without Kids. The last eight years have been so full of life, it's hard to remember a time when it wasn't Us + The Crowd.
It was just Us.
The beautiful thing is, I appreciate Us more now, in the midst of the The Crowd.
I fall more in love with Us every passing day.
Seventeen years. Ups and downs, joys and agonies. Redemption. God's handiwork.
Us. Because of Him.
