Marcus and Allison came to visit last weekend.
Marcus and I grew up together - he was my neighbor and best friend. We saw each other through Truth or Dare, friends coming and friends going, falling in and out of love (not with each other), ACTs, driver's ed, proms, new cars, musicals, Singers, sports, choosing colleges, choosing careers, first jobs, and then finding our spouses.
And it was one of those serendipitous things where I fell in love with Allison and he fell in love with Ryan and the four of us became "the four of us". We were married a month apart 10 years ago.
We four learned how to do this marriage thing together. We stayed up literally all night talking, arguing, planning, and just figuring out how to be grown-ups many nights in those first years of marriage. When our kids were born, they became Aunt Allie and Uncle Marcus.
Last weekend, River was our photographer. It was a lucky thing because he snapped a picture that says it all...
See how Allison's foot is on Marcus' shoe? Without going into detail, I'll say that the last two years, they have been through incredible struggle. And we've walked it with them.
But last weekend, they were in our house together, on our couch together, feet touching. Laughing.
These are two of the most incredible, soulful, generous, gracious, interesting, and just plain fun people I know.
I can't tell you how happy my heart is.
10 years. God is good. All the time.