Friday, May 22, 2009
Eleven Years With The Man I Love
Tomorrow my husband and I celebrate our eleven years of marriage. Though we share eleven years of marriage, many of you don't know that we met at church camp (Forest Lake Baptist Camp in Ottumwa, IA) in eighth grade.
It was a camp romance that was kindled by faith, love, respect, and most of all friendship. Over the years void of today's modern conveniences of email, cell phones, Internet...we wrote letters to one another. In those heart-filled letters we wrote about our dreams, goals, families, hobbies and commitment to one another.
As we continued to meet yearly at camp, occasionally convince our parents to drive to see each other three hours away (THANK YOU)and have high school activities that we bumped into one another...our bond become even greater. Through the rough adolescent years including other boyfriends/girlfriends, we made a promise to come back after our first year of college to serve as program directors at the camp that had given so much to us both. Even though we weren't even really talking at that point in our lives, swept in the live of attending college...we kept that promise. And as they say..."and the rest is history".
I can honestly say Drew is my best friend and has been an amazing support throughout our years of marriage. There is a level of trust and respect in our marriage that I can't describe. Yes, we have had our ups and downs, trials and wins in our marriages but in the end it has made us stronger. Sometimes when I wonder how these two crazy camp kids could still be together after all these years, I remember that promise. No matter what...I know at the end of the day, we made a promise to one another that both of us will fight to keep to the day we met our creator in Heaven.
I feel so blessed to be Mrs. Britten...the wife, friend, and lover of my husband, Drew.
From inside the little blue bungalow,