Today I sat across from my beautiful husband and was filled with thankfulness and gratefulness. I looked into his eyes and saw the same Justin that I married over ten years ago. The same Justin that I despised thirteen years ago. The same man that I moved across the ocean with. But I’ve been noticing something different lately when looking at him. Yes, the hairline continues to change, but now I see little small wrinkles around his eyes that weren’t there when we were married or when I despised him or when we moved across the ocean together. But he is the same man. A better man, but the same.
And of course he must also notice these things in me. We sat together at this little coffee shop. It was Starbucks, Okay!? Starbucks! I wish I could say it was a glamorous little cafe in Barcelona, but I needed a soy chai tea latte!
Back to the point. I’m sure he’s been noticing changes in me too. Maybe a bit saggier than I once was. Or maybe he notices my wrinkles, or my skin discolorations from when I was pregnant with our kids, or maybe a few stretch marks here and there. We are changing together and I find it a beautiful thing. I love him more today with these wrinkles than I did the day our skin was tight and fresh. Youth is a beautiful thing, but so is aging, especially when you do it together.