Tomorrow is the day of our Twenty-Seventh Wedding Anniversary. For 10 months I’ve wondered what this day will feel like. There has been a list of reasons why this day was to be dreaded.
After any crisis, when we encounter holidays, birthdays and anniversaries, there is added weight to the calendar. We learned about this nearly two decades ago after our daughter died. When we were in the beginning stages of grieving, her birthday didn’t just arrive. It occurred in extremes. As we moved closer to the date, with no party to plan, our mood shifted downward. Then there was the mind-blowing low as we acknowledged the reality that our nineteen-month old would never age, accompanied by a calm peace as we (somehow) survived this knowledge. Throughout the actual date of her birthday, friends and family reached out and demonstrated their love to us, and we were catapulted to a high. Their acts of kindness lifting us heavenward, towards her. Towards Him.
This crisis of marital infidelity takes out stones and lodges them at my calendar. A heavy awareness of broken vows weighs me down when I think of my wedding anniversary. My own mind throws the stones, and each stone tears a hole in the calendar, as if it is trying to rip the 18th of December from time and erase it completely.
You see, when we celebrate we are essentially saying, “Good job!” After an affair, do we utter such an absurdity? It feels false. It feels as authentic as congratulating a drunk driver for surviving a collision. Sitting here, the day before our Anniversary, my mind reels at the thought of how we will navigate through the day.
Overhead clouds roll in and respond to my aching heart. As the dark rain clouds release themselves, everything slows down for a few hours. I look out the window and watch as the desert ground absorbs the moisture, and I wonder if this year, this horribly-hard-year, is to be the defining year for our marriage. Will the betrayal of last year absorb itself into our lives for good? There are twenty-seven years to consider, but it seems as if it all comes back to this horribly-hard-year.
I find myself trying to remember something significant from each year we’ve been married. There has to be more to our marriage than this horribly-hard-year. If this is the sum of it all then let the stones have their way and rip this date from the existence of time. Without a verbal prompt, I grab a dry-erase marker and board. I begin to make a list.
I list memorable moments in our marriage. I try to think of everything that may stand out in each of the twenty-seven years. I use a calculator to keep track of the years and the ages of our children. Over the course of the afternoon, I continue listing small, somewhat meaningless events and activities.
I am making what I call The Twenty-Seventh List, but I stop before I’ve reached the end. I am afraid to list anything from the horribly-hard-year. Our marriage is made up of so much more than what we’ve been living through lately.
The Twenty-Seventh List: (an overview)
I note the times we have relocated because of ministry. Three weeks after our wedding, rather than taking a job where we could stay near family, we began our marriage by relocating to another state and taking the responsibility of a full time ministry position. It was just the two of us and we were beyond frightened, but we believed that God would provide us a community and life in the unfamiliar land.
I note the homes we have bought together; there were four. My husband and I have survived escrow together on four occasions–surely that alone is worth some type of celebration.
I note the animals who have been a part of our family. Dogs & cats, turtles & fish–too many to disclose. The names of each animal bringing about a memory that causes a grin or a grimace. Which memory was the most heartbreaking? It’s a tie between, Sami-girl, everyone’s favorite poodle mix who disappeared one Fourth of July, and Maximas the black Godfather cat who was run down in front of our home on Christmas Eve.
I note the four greatest blessings to ever grace the home of an undeserving couple. In the seventh year of our marriage, for a short amount of time, we lived in a household with all four of our children. Everyone was born and no one had died. Every night there were four little bodies to feed and bathe. Jammies had feet, cups had lids, and everyone had a blankie. We were aware that time was fleeting, but we weren’t aware that everyone’s clock wasn’t set to the same timer.
I note the day our daughter died. Passion turned to depression. Pain turned to more pain. Hard turned to perseverance.
I note the bicycles, scooters and cars given as gifts. The dance attire and graduation gowns. The California Missions projects, photo shoots, and science fair failures. I note the piano lessons gone wrong and baseball games gone well. I note the yard sales, overseas missions trips, and sleepovers. I note the wedding engagements and the evolving nature of our still extending family.
I note the day our daughter told us we were to be grandparents. An unexpected fear had come over me when she shared her news. I knew what it felt like to love and lose a child. For her to love greatly would mean that one day she may hurt greatly.
I note the look on our granddaughter’s face two weeks ago. When this little one came to visit, she knew us. This little perfect girl knew her Papa and Mimi.
Here’s the thing. Not one good thing on the list makes the whole of our marriage anymore than any one failure makes the whole of our marriage. To survive this horribly-hard-year we are reliant on grace. To survive any marriage, the players are reliant on grace. A wedding anniversary is a day to celebrate a series of days where two people were successful at treating one another with more grace than either one deserved. This year we are celebrating twenty-seven years of failures and successes. Neither being more significant than the other. Our failures have worked their own good, in the same way that our successes have been stumbling blocks.
Tomorrow is the day of our Twenty-Seventh Wedding Anniversary. For 10 months I’ve wondered what this day will feel like. There is a list of reasons why this day is to be celebrated.
17 thoughts on “The Twenty-Seventh List”
Happy Anniversary! This was beautiful stuff, Jackie. You really outdid yourself on this one.
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Thank you, Bruce! It means so much to me that you read what I write. Thank you for commenting and encouraging me.
There is power in Truth declared…thank you for sharing and helping me see that it’s the every day things that make a life …and God’s grace that holds it all together. May you keep walking in love …
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Bonnie, yes! I agree with you comoletely. Truth brings power and the everyday things build a life. You are so correct. In irder to sustain, we need His grace to survive what truth reveals in us and each other in these everyday moments. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Jackie, Happy Anniversary! You and David have been through so much in your lives and I thank you for being so transparent, you are an amazing couple and so glad you are part of our family, I love you both have a great day!
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Thank you for your faithfulness in relaying the truth God continues to reveal to you, Jackie. It is indeed the small steps that power our obedience in the long direction. There is TOO much to write to celebrate these past 27 years- so enjoy not only the celebration of the past you have lived but also celebrate the joy of what lies ahead for you both! Love and miss you! You know a fun small memory I have of your beautiful Christmas wedding? Rachel was 18 months at the time and was enchanted by the air coming up out of the floor that enabled her to twirl her dress again and again and again!
Thank you for reading and commenting, Carolee. I have been blessed beyond measure to join David’s family. You’re love and acceptance is a delight. Surely, the Abbotts and the Sills are due for a reunion.
This —> “A wedding anniversary is a day to celebrate a series of days where two people were successful at treating one another with more grace than either one deserved.”
It grows ever more true the longer you are married.
Dan, thank you. You and Dani are an example before us. So thankful for that. Hope Dani is recovering strong and quickly.
Jackie, I just finished reading your blog while sitting at my desk at work. As I was reading your and David’s story, I got a little teary eyed as I reflected on some similarities in my own marriage. Thank you for this beautiful reminder that our marriages, like our lives, are made up of all of our successes and failures, and not one individual event defines us in God’s eyes. I’m slowly learning this for myself. Love you my friend. Happy Anniversary to you and David. You are surely missed at CCV.
Bridget, Thank you for sharing this with me. I am slowly learn so many things. I am incredibly grateful for people in a way I never before understood. I am thankful for moments with people in a different way. I wish I could go back in time and walk a trail with you again. I wish I had been courageous enough to have let you in and let our friendship teach us things. Love you. Miss you
Jackie…its probably getting old to hear me saw thank you for your transparency, but again I must as I believe, I know, the healing that comes to you and to others because of it.
Bless your anniversary and your Christmas.
Dee, I agree with you. I think we are misled into believing that we will be safe if we can keep our secrets. Secrets are slave drivers. They will become our masters when left unattended. Love you. Love seeing you on Instagram. You have a wonderful life.
i can really relate. Our ten year anniversary was on sept 10th. I was so afraid of that day. I dreaded it. I knew the pain he still felt. We didn’t celebrate much. It turned into a very hard day. For both of us. We may never celebrate it again. Instead we are choosing to celebrate the day God intervened and we reconciled. It does make me sad that my husband can’t think of our marriage before with happiness. I have ruined that for him. Maybe some day he will see all those good little memories too. Love to you, Jackie. Happy Anniversery.
Sam, your husband is not ruined. He is on a journey. Much like you are discovering the “whys”, so is he. The Lord knew your husband would be the man to walk through this with you. God never intended you to become the Christlike woman you are becoming alone. He knew you needed a strong man to help you get there. This is your husband. He will get through this because YOU want him to survive it. God bless you!
Once again I love your thoughts on marriage…so true–Not one good thing on the list makes the whole of our marriage anymore than any one failure makes the whole of our marriage–A wedding anniversary is a day to celebrate a series of days where two people were successful at treating one another with more grace than either one deserved! Marriage is not easy because we are human beings with our many faults…thank heaven we have the grace of God in our lives to help our marriage survive! Thank you Jackie for being so transparent! Many hugs and blessings for this anniversary and the many more to come! =)
Cathy, thank you for reading and commenting. It means a great deal to David and I both. Many hugs to you at this wonderful time of year. Love you!!