Five years ago this past weekend (Thanksgiving 2010, to be exact), I hopped on a plane to visit a boy from Kansas City who I’d met a few months before while making milkshakes in a Young Life camp snack bar. Lots of late-night conversations, some awkward almost-hand-holding, and one lakeside, starlit first kiss later, we started dating (you can read the rest of our love story here).
It’s crazy to look back on these five years and see all the ways God has shaped us, delighted us, broken us, and used our relationship to draw us deeper into Him and into each other. Dating and marrying Jordan is the best thing I’ve done and I wouldn’t trade our story for the world, but it definitely hasn’t been easy. I write pretty frequently about marriage in this space because while I think it’s beautiful and wonderful, my own experience (and the stories of so many women I know) have shown me over and over again that it’s also really freaking hard.