This past weekend Andrew and I celebrated our seventh year union of marriage. We traveled back to the state in which we said “I do”. Our home, away from home. This adventure led us straight back to the ocean and sand where we began 7 years ago.
Doing life with Andrew is the best. There is never a dull moment between us, as we live in the moment and conquer our fears together. Our entire life has been and is a great adventure. This weekend we really made some great memories and have even more stories to tell our children as they grow older.
From star gazing at night in complete total darkness and feeling really “small” compared to everything else that is out there in the world surrounding us near and far. To driving on the beach and parking at night, turning off the headlights and just listening to the waves crash as the tide rolls in closer, and closer. Let’s not forget about the sharks swimming visible near the shore each morning. I am attempting to describe moments that can’t simply be described in words. Those moments are selfishly “ours” and can never be shared.
I am a woman who is all about tradition and we have created and kept so many traditions of our own over the years; the beach in particular. Having an entire section (miles) of beach to yourself is amazing. It was more than enough space to once again leave our footprints in the sand.
Speaking of traditions; the traditional seventh year anniversary gift is the gift of copper or wool. Copper represents prosperity, good luck, and good fortune. While wool represents comfort, durability, security, and warmth. In these past seven years I can definitely say that I have found good fortune and warmth because of Andrew. It’s no surprise that God led us to each other with a greater plan in place and we are living each day in his purpose.
Cheers to seven good years, and to the many years to follow. ❤
Matthew 19:6 So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God had joined together, let no one separate.