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This morning, I had a gut check with Greg about us. He has no idea that is what it was, but it confirmed his unconditional love and acceptance of me.
We’ve been hearing about Me to We, ways to strengthen our marriages as to honor God, at church. Every week, a new focus and lesson finds us pulling closer together. Maybe that’s why this moment this morning worked like it did.
I needed to talk right that moment because something was bothering me in between pangs of pain from a toothache. This something could turn quickly into big thing that really could have an impact on our family (in a way I do not want) and if I didn’t talk to someone it was going to end in an anxiety attack. Thank goodness I was working from home. The problem for most people is that my husband was not really available in a place many would dare venture, but I barged in and sat on the side of the tub and let my tears and fears flow.
He put down the phone and listened, unconditionally. Easing my fears, making me feel worthy of his attention, his eyes connected with mine. He didn’t offer his tips for resolution any further than giving me a sense of sanity in my situation.
In that moment, Greg filled my cup and made me remember why I fell in love with and married him, why I’ll be staying with him forever. His love for me and my imperfections is unconditional.
While we may not always see eye to eye // don’t fit society’s typical marriage dynamic // cheered against in each other in a basketball game this afternoon // are not built the same // aren’t wired the same … we are just right for each other.
In a world where women are making a real difference and vying to be equal, I want to encourage you that finding a oneness with your life partner is also important to this balance, too. My mother-in-law shared how a bird’s wings (man and woman) must be equal to soar – and it’s so true, thus why I work to be the best part of our pair of wings that I can be.
Interested in a study on relationships? We highly recommend “Relatable” (affiliate links help us and our nest!).
Any married couple will tell you, it’s not easy. When Greg and I got married, my dad included something along those lines in his sermon. He also talked about finding the love you have for each other to get you through those uneasy times. Watching he and my mom throughout 33 years of marriage, I know he knows what he’s talking about.
After six years together, Greg and I have come to the conclusion that we didn’t marry the person we are today. That’s not easy. It’s even less easy to actually type out and admit. But what it is? Reality. Marriage isn’t always bouquets and bubbles like your wedding day. It’s about work and loving the person your partner (and you) become as you grow old together.
Back when Greg and I got married, we were still young. Neither of us was ready to be a parent financially or emotionally, but we did it. Greg even more than me. We were in our mid-20’s, still trying to figure out what it was we wanted to do with our careers (frankly, we still don’t really know). I got pregnant at 24 and Greg quickly fell in love with our daughter. Instantly, we went from two single people to a family. Honestly. We only dated for two months before he asked me to marry him and changed his whole life to move to Pennsylvania with us. I was working as a contractor (and got hired at my current employer the same day we got engaged). He was a part-time security guard. Neither of us had savings or credit to our name.
Today, at 32 and 31, we are both very different people than we were at 26 and 25. I’m crazy driven (always have been), and Greg takes the slower pace of life (often stopping to “play in the grass” as Thirty-One’s CEO Cindy Monroe says of her husband, Scott). I work long hours while he raises the babies. He didn’t know about my German/Scotch/Irish temper, and I seemed to block out his inability to get out the door in a timely matter. We have two car payments, a mortgage that would make ramen-noodle eating pregnant me of 2008 throw up, four kids, and two crazy dogs. We are not the same “Greg and Becky” that we were on July 11, 2009, but we still have one important thing – each other.
No, I didn’t marry the Greg that Greg is today and he didn’t marry the Becky that I am today. We both married an idea of what our futures could become. Some of our hopes and dreams about life and marriage have come true over and over while other things make us question what were we thinking. In the end, it’s all about leaning on each other, learning about each other, and getting to know how to love someone over and over again.
Greg, I’m glad that I didn’t marry you because it’s been an amazing journey learning to love you in new (joyous and challenging) ways every single day for the last 6 years and four months. I love you.
Today, we celebrate 5 years of…
Sharing a last name.
Parenting a precious ‘lil girl together.
Fighting over Duke and Clemson.
Being extremely silly with our kiddos.
Falling asleep while the other one is getting some screen time.
Becoming better versions of ourselves.
Caring for each other in sickness and in health.
And being the Mrs. & Mr. that will love each other forver, like each other for always.
Happy 5th Anniversary, Greg!
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This past weekend, the ‘lil Burghers headed to Cortland, New York for a wedding (more to come on that). One of the most tear jerking moments of the day was when our friend Ash gave a toast and noted that when She spoke with Olivia (a bride/good friend) about the concept of pre-nups, she didn’t believe in them. She, like Greg, believes that when you find the one, they aren’t needed…
…because when you go, you go all in.
I happen to know someone else who believes in that.
Someone who five years ago was packing up his life to give all his chips to a bet on a girl from Pittsburgh.
And her sweet ‘lil girl.
So that they could start a fresh life. all in.
For better, for worse.
For richer, for poorer.
In sickness…yes, even the man cold. In health.
He was all in, and he taught me that was the most important thing. What resulted was our happily ever after.
There is nothing better than chilling with this guy.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Greg!
Five years ago tonight, Greg let me know how he felt about me. I was (quite literally) floored.
I am so glad he took a chance on me. Within 6 months, we were married and embarking on a life in PA. These big changes were good things for both of us, and most of all, our ‘lil girl (who was already madly in love with him way before I knew he had feelings for her Mama).
This day is for celebrating!
The photo above is from our tame NYE celebration at Bluegreen.
We just got home from an entertaining night with my parents and Aunt and Uncle at Grandma’s. Most of the evening was spent as such: Dad, Uncle, and the kids enjoyed the “playground” until their ears were too cold to stand it anymore (hello, fall!). Mom, Aunt, Greg, Grandma, and I shared stories about my family’s growing up.
The stories were a hodge podge of everything. We talked about getting back on a boat, lighting a couch on fire, and finding a skull in the woods. There were recollections of weighing 119 pounds (hint, that was not me, maybe in 4th grade?), almost falling into a fire (me), and ditching the family camping trip to the Finger Lakes to hit up Pymatuming “because the boys there were hot” (Mom and Aunt). We talked about some of the crazy things that happened to us at churches, visits at all of our various houses (Aunt/Uncle are Army, we are Pastor’s Family, so lots of moving), and survival camp (Richie, you must share your side of this).
The evening was fun, and I think it bonded us all a bit more. Greg, I wanna grow old with you and be able to share these fun family stories with our kids and their kids some day. What do you say?
There are several places you can go tubing when camping at Cook Forest State Park. We didn’t really plan ahead, and ended up checking out three places before we actually hit the river.
Take our word for it, make yourself a reservation if you’re skeptical. Or, figure out a way to take your own tubes and get dropped off and picked up. Our first choice would probably be the best place, but we opted out due to long lines and our own impatience. 😉
We ended up renting tubes from Pine Crest, but it’s not one of their main attractions. It ended up being the best choice for us because the whole day led to some fun(ny) experiences that we would not have gotten from any other place in the Forest.
Like the discovery of the tubes back behind a shed, and learning that the woman running the desk worked with me at Pizza Hut when I worked there in college. Or the van ride there (and back). I mean, how could you not enjoy this?
I joke, a ‘lil.
We set out in our tubes, only thing really missing on them was a cupholder or a way to secure our cooler (thanks to Tom for taking care of it for us).
The river was beautiful, but a bit shallow. We took our time (maybe too much–we were over an hour late for our pickup, but “no watch!”) and enjoyed the views, some laughs (like making sure the trail mix was saved over all else), and jumped off a rock. (Ok, one of us jumped off a rock, bet you can’t guess who.)
As if our first post about tubing wasn’t enough to convince you to let things go and enjoy a day on the river, hopefully this one will.