He chose me...

Four years ago, I became engaged to Tyler Shaw.

I can't believe it's been four years. I can't believe it's only been four years. It is strange to think there was a time when we weren't "us", but it seems like just yesterday when he showed up at my house early one Saturday morning and woke me up by saying, "Hey, good morning. There's something I need to tell you: I love you."

I still can't believe, out of all the girls in the whole wide world, he chose me to be his wife. He knew that I was really kind of weird and had hair that frizzed. That I looked like an ugly boy in the morning and that I couldn't really cook. That I was stubborn and had a temper and that I was so terribly far from anything resembling the ideal wife. Yet he loved me anyway and still loves me, in spite of all my weird, ugly, yucky moments in life. When he comes home to a clean house, a cute, smiling wife and baby and a yummy dinner he loves me. But he still loves me when he comes home to a mess with a grumpy, frumpy wife who throws a crying baby at him and tells him to eat some cereal.

God has given me an amazing gift in my husband. In his love for me, I get to see a small, earthly glimpse of God's love for me. God also chose me and loves me, despite my yuckiness, my sinfulness. He saw me in my mess and sent His Son to die for me. His love is so much bigger and really incomparable to our love. But it helps me understand. I love how God uses marriage that way. As a little picture.

I am so blessed to have Tyler Shaw for my very own. I love that he's the first and last face I see every day. I love that he's my bestest friend. I love our little family. I love spending my life with him. And I love him!

Thanks for choosing me to be yours.