My fabulous future sister-in-law agreed to do pictures of me and the boyfrann FOR FREE!! (Rebecca, if you’re reading this, you’re the BEST!) So Cade and I will be getting professional pictures done together in 2-ish weeks. I am very, very excited. Although we are an adorable couple, if I do say so myself.
Aren’t we cute? Anyway, our self-portrait iPhone photos are no longer placating me, and the only real photos of us are the Old Time Photos we took when we were on vacation in Branson this past summer (also cute, but I don’t really want an entire wall of old time photos).And, this way, we can include Adi in our “family” pictures. I cannot wait to adorn our walls, dressers, and other flat surfaces full of pictures of us and our beautiful baby girl.
Isn’t she just PRECIOUS?? Anyway, I cannot wait to have some family pictures and share them with all my non-existent readers!!
The following blog post is going to be a rant. Not about politics, or the state of our nation, or even about my boyfriend not helping with the laundry. This is a rant about my generation. I was born in 1991. I am 21 years old. I have been dating my boyfriend for exactly 15 months and 6 days. And in the past 15 months and 6 days I have grown to love him very much. I know his favorite color is blue, he loves his job as a middle school math teacher, and I know his favorite NFL team is the Cowboys. I know so many things about him. And yet, he is just my boyfriend. Want to know why? Because both of us take marriage seriously.
You see, this post is a rant about people my age not taking marriage seriously. We have just recently started discussing marriage and proposals and engagement rings (not in that order of course) and both are aware that it may take another few years before anything happens. That is because for the two of us, we realize that marriage is a LIFELONG COMMITMENT.
I scroll through Facebook and everyday it seems like another friend from high school is pregnant, or engaged to someone they’ve been dating for 2 months, or worse, MARRIED to someone they’ve been dating for two months. It’s ridiculous. Our society in general has so demoralized marriage, and today, a divorce is no different than breaking up.
When I decide to get married, it will be for life. To me, agreeing to marry someone means agreeing to stand by that man’s side until death do us part. I know marriage is not all flowers and rainbows. Staying with the same man for the rest of my life is something both of us will have to work on, every day. It’s a choice, day after day, month after month, for the rest of our lives together, to retain the commitment we made before God and our families. But it is something I look forward to, and I know if it’s Cade by my side, I’ll keep making that choice.