Year 7

In my last post I talked about the hardships of life with a brain injury. I'm writing this post from a heart full of gratitude and love for the most beautiful woman in the world on our seventh anniversary. Husbands, you're welcome to disagree with me about who the most beautiful woman in the world is (and I hope you do for your wives' sake), but the longer I live with Emily in this sacred bond of marriage, the more I fall in love with her.


Our premarital counseling back in 2012 was the first time I remember hearing about the fact that marriage only gets better with time. At the time, we were just two giddy kids with hearts for eyes, so the very idea that it was even possible for our love to grow deeper than it already was was almost too ludicrous for me to believe. For that reason I think I just did the polite nod and smile thing. But man alive, our counselor was right. Looking back at seven-years-younger Lane, I realize I didn't know the first thing about love. Infatuation, yes. Butterflies inside when she made eyes with me, mhmm. How to put on a Gaston-like front to try to make her swoon, boy howdy. But loving somebody else, I mean truly loving, was something I had to learn (and am still learning) from Emily herself.


I've learned so much from being disabled, but I have learned far more from this woman God has blessed me with for life. If I were to start gushing here, this would be the longest post I've ever written. But I just wanted you all to know that today is our seven year anniversary, and I deserve her less every day. God's grace astounds me. So does she. Until death do us part.