Nice to see I haven’t posted anything here for a year and a half… Oh well. In the interest of preserving these particular Facebook posts where I can re-read them someday without looking for 10 individual status updates, I’ve decided to preserve them here. Yesterday was the 10th Anniversary of our wedding and I decided that I could do better than a greeting card. Here are my posts from throughout the day:
Ten years ago today, Katrin and I made promises to God and to each other that forever changed the direction of our lives. I often wonder how she puts up with me and yet, despite my efforts, I continue to fall short of the man she deserves me to be. It’s in that grace we find freedom and the space to love each other – certainly not perfectly, but I wholeheartedly believe we love each other well.
In the spirit of random Facebook posts associated with numbers and facts, I will post ten facts or stories about the past decade…
10th Anniversary Story #1:
Ten Years ago today, I got in a car accident on my way to my wedding. An 80 something year old woman was speeding through a residential neighborhood in suburban Chicago, cut a corner, hit the back of my car, drove about 50 more feet down the road before realizing what happened, then careened into a neighbor’s yard and stopped just inched shy of their big oak tree. We called the police and they took a long time to show up. When they did, she told him I backed into her and I told him she’d hit me. The officer could tell it wasn’t my fault but told me, “If you’re willing to take the ticket, I can get you out of here (and to your wedding) quicker. I promise not to show up at the court if you fight it and you’ll get it dismissed”. That was probably the most stressful part of the entire day. I told Kate, but we decided not to tell most people and just let them enjoy our day with us.
10th Anniversary Story #2:
We had the ugliest wedding cake imaginable… Kate had chosen a nice blue color for the bridesmaids’ dresses and for the guys’ ties. ARA (Aramark, the food service company that does meals at North Park) catered our reception and the food was all fantastic, but if anything was lacking, it was the cake… and boy was it lacking. They said they could easily match the blue of the dresses and we asked them to make us a small cake that we could keep for our first anniversary and then to make sheet cake, already cut up into pieces for everyone at the reception… which they did… but the so called blue, was some sort of fluorescent aqua blue-green thing that screamed artificial coloring and was pretty hideous. We simply couldn’t have cared any less though… we were there to celebrate and to share that day with many people who had traveled a long ways to get to Chicago to celebrate with us. I’d do it all over again, ugly cake and all.
10th Anniversary Story #3:
One thing our marriage has taught me: I’m an inconsistent gift giver… which is lame, because Kate loves gifts and surprises and she puts thought into every gift she gives. Some years for Christmas, birthdays, whatever… I have done well; other years, I have failed miserably. One year for Christmas I got Kate the Hunger Games novels (before anyone knew what they were)… and I knew I had bombed when almost a year later, she’d never picked one up to read it. But then they became the rage and when everyone knew what they were, Kate read them (and loved them) and has probably re-read them since… so what started out as a bomb, didn’t end so badly… Too often, I just discuss it with her and have her help my pick what she really wants… I don’t do that just because it’s easier (and it is), but because I don’t want her to be disappointed.
Last year, I made her gift… and I didn’t like it… I made it – it’s a stainless steel salmon that I cut with a plasma cutter (Thanks Jono) that we hung on the garage. It’s what she wanted, but it was obviously made by a novice. Strangely though, what I didn’t like, she did… further proof that when I do succeed, it’s usually by accident.
Side note: Christmas reminds me of this fact every year: stockings are a real problem. I have NO INTEREST in buying a bunch of little things that will fit in a stocking… I’d rather spend a few hundred bucks on something awesome that’s actually useful… than 50 bucks on stocking stuffers.
10th Anniversary Story #4:
Loving Kate changes me. People think I’m a pretty good guy… I mean, I try to be… but I fall short all the time and nobody knows it more than Kate. But loving anyone involves a certain level of choice and I try to do things that demonstrate that choice… It’s not mushy and romantic and everything that movies are made of, but somehow it just feels a lot more significant and meaningful to me.
A fun choice I’ve made: Kate used to never cook with onions because she knew I didn’t like them… but she loves them. So, I made the commitment to spend a year learning to like onions. Their not my favorite thing ever, but I admit it – I like them now (maybe not the super potent ones when they’re raw). It’s a little thing, but by learning to like them, it’s like a little gift that allows her to enjoy something she likes without worrying about whether I’ll like it or not.
Everyday choices: I think this is where the rubber meets the road. I choose not to spend money we don’t have; I choose to shovel the driveway, do the dishes, read to the kids, put them to bed, let Kate take Sunday naps, make Saturday morning breakfasts, etc. etc. etc. Left on my own, I think I’m a slacker. But loving Kate reminds me that she deserves more than that and I try to just be consistent in making choices everyday that some would say “I’d have to make anyhow”, but let’s face it… when you do something in love, it has a much bigger influence that if you it because “you ought to”…
10th Anniversary Story #5: (short version)
Kate and I always knew we would adopt children (or at least one). God had laid it on our hearts from the beginning and we were always on the same page with that. One day, God spoke to me and Kate in the most meaningful way. I had just witnessed a couple experiencing the pain and torment of potentially losing custody of their adopted son – after having had him in their family for almost 2 years… It was more than I was willing to subject our family to… that sort of loss and grief was more than I was willing to put Kate through… and I told her so… so… even though I was ready to put an end to this dream God had given us, God used the most ridiculous thing to speak clearly and directly into our lives.
That night, while watching TV, I started eating old fortune cookies. I opened and ate two. I read the fortunes. The first one said, “You will gain success in whatever you choose to adopt” and the second said “A short stranger will soon enter your life”. I showed Kate and we laughed, but didn’t give it a ton of thought… it was just one of those, “Isn’t that kinda ironically funny” sort of things…
Then the third. I opened it… read it… looked at Kate…started to cry… I couldn’t read it out loud…
I just handed it to her. She read it silently, looked me in the eyes and started to cry too. We knew. It read, “Your ability to love will help a child in need.”
Okay God. We got it. You called us to this. We’ll follow. And we did. We named him Isaac because we believe he was promised to us in a very real way. And he. is. just. the. best!
10th Anniversary Story #6:
We honeymooned in Ecauador. Kate and I had looked into a Hawaii honeymoon and decided why blow all our money on 5 days in Hawaii, when we could go to Ecuador for two weeks. We planned almost nothing about it too. I emailed friends Andy and Jenell Pluim who were serving at CBC down there and they planned the whole thing for us! It was truly and adventure… Quito, La Merced… Casa Del Suizo! Oh my – think 5 star resort… only to get there, you travel hours by bus, get in a pickup and dropped off on a river bank, picked up by canoes and taken 10-20 minutes upstream (or downstream) to get to this fantastic getaway! We spent New Year’s Eve there and it was amazing… Rain Forest, Animal sanctuary, tubing in the headwaters of the Amazon… Back to Quito and off to the ocean for a week on the beach. Phenominal… Remember those days before children Kate? Ah yeah! (not that I’d trade them for the world!) J
10th Anniversary Story #7:
My wife understands me… most of the time… a lot more often than I think and sometimes more often than I care to admit. There is not one particular story that sums this up. But I am a pastor and a husband and a father of four… and an introvert… and that doesn’t always mix. There are sometimes weeks where I swear I don’t get to sit still and breathe… we love to entertain… we love to play with the kids… we love to go, go, go… especially during the summer… but sometimes I need to slow down, simply in order to be a good and healthy person. Kate gets it. There have been many times (at what I perceive to be great personal sacrifice) when she has just said, “Go hike a mountain” or “Go fishing” or “Go to the gym” or whatever… she knows that there are certain things that are good for me that make me better for her and for the kids and for the people around us and she willingly sends me off for my solitude despite the fact that it means I won’t be there to help with whatever is next on the schedule. I need to remember to do this more often for her.
My personality type lends itself to always feeling misunderstood. I generally want to feel heard… not just listened to, but really heard and understood… and I rarely do. Kate will go out of her way to make sure that I know she hears me and even if I’m not understood… gosh it sure makes a difference to know she heard me… and wants to understand.
10th Anniversary Story #8:
When we moved to Alaska, I didn’t know any better… When Byron asked if I would go out to lead worship for a youth retreat in Shaktoolik, I said yes… of course. So I packed my bags – and my guitar – handed it all to the pilots of the little bush plane and climbed about. Well, they packed my stuff in the wing compartment… when we arrived in Shaktoolik, it was at least -20F on the ground… who knows what the air temperature was at elevation… At any rate, my guitar was frozen solid! We brought it indoors and what happened… it just started sweating bullets… dripping with condensation. All the moisture that the wood needed had frozen and melted so quickly that it dried it out and well, the short of it is that it warped some things and did some damage to the guitar… I could get it in tune, but if I moved up the neck to play different chords, it would be out of tune… oops. Learned that lesson the hard way…
At any rate, I had only one guitar, so I made due… I made it work as best as I could and I continued to use it on Sunday mornings and at youth group and stuff, but it was pretty tough to stick through it.
Well… fast forward to Christmas. Just Kate, Madeleine and I… We had a nice morning opening gifts (mostly Madeleine) – I think that was the year I made her rocking horse… We’re all done and Kate says, “Wait, there’s one more gift.” And she hands me an envelope. I open it and it’s full of letters and notes from family and friends… people who had sent Kate a little extra cash to help get me a new guitar… but everyone who sent some money also sent a note of encouragement at Kate’s request… Not only that, she had been saving her extra babysitting money and stuff and by then had saved up enough that when combined with the gifts, I was able to go and pick out my Taylor… which I still love and play to this day.
Best. Wife. Ever.
10th Anniversary Story #9:
After seminary, I went on an amazing rafting trip in the wilderness of Alaska as a part of our Faith and Wilderness class… an amazing story in itself of adventure and near death experiences, but that’s not the part for today… when the expedition was over, we spent the night at the Rose’s old house in Palmer. That night I had a dream…
In my dream, I had woke up the next morning and called Kate and she told me that she was pregnant… we were thrilled! (Now, listen, I have remembered like 5 or 6 dreams in my entire life – and this was one of them) I remember how exciting it was to tell all my friends who were with me on the trip and I remember how amazing the relief was that I didn’t actually perish in the frigid waters of the Chitna River… When I woke up I thought for sure I was going to call Kate and it was going to be real.
Well, when I called her, one of the very first things she decided to tell me was that she was having really bad cramps… which I figure, “oh, cramps means PMS means no baby…” I never brought it up.
Little did I know she was in fact having cramps, but that just so happened to be the exact same day she took a pregnancy test and found out she was in fact pregnant with Madeleine. Now, I was in Alaska and she was in Colorado or on her way there or something… for one reason or another, we didn’t actually see each other for almost a month and she waited until we were face to face in Chicago to tell me the news…
But as I look back on it, I think that it’s funny that in some little way, God told us on the same day in different ways.
10th Anniversary Story #10:
This has been a really good discipline today. It’s not that I didn’t already know I love and appreciate my Katrin, but to spend all day reflecting on just how and why I love her… and to be forced (even if self-imposed) to put it into words… it’s just fills me with gratitude and inspires me to be better.
It’s been nice to think about stories – some big “life moments” and other everyday events – and how they represent the way that loving Kate has changed me over these past 10, really 11 years. But if my loving Kate had changed me, even a little bit, that cant compare to how much Kate’s love for me has transformed me.
When we started dating, I was pretty wounded. I certainly questioned the wisdom of trusting her or anyone else with the truth about who I was and how I came to be me. Somehow, in the very best sense of the word, Kate felt “safe”. I can’t tell you how much that meant and continues to mean to me.
I am always so proud, but never surprised, when other people tell me how amazing she is. Kate is a giver… and she’s really good at it. She loves and cares for our children and for me in ways that only she can do; she will go out of her way to make you feel noticed and special – not because she ought to but because you really are noticed and special; if she sees someone in need, she will obsess about what to do and how to help until she is satisfied she has done all that she can; she doesn’t seem to grow tired of hearing me tell the kids the same lame jokes over and over and over and over again (at least she doesn’t show it); she lets me go hunting and fishing and hiking and adventuring; she finds joy in the things that bring me joy. I wanted to garden. I wanted chickens. Two summers ago, Kate started to fish with me. This fall, we will hunt together. I mean seriously… Dude, who is this woman!?! It’s not even fair that I got her. I mean SHE said yes to me. Ha! I know I didn’t do anything to deserve this.
I have so much to be thankful for and Kate, you are either a part of or you are responsible for the majority of that list. When I consider who I was, who I am, and who we are together, I do not think it is a stretch to say, I believe God put you in my life to save me from myself and to challenge and inspire me to keep pursuing him.
I’ll close with this story: It’s short and simple, but it is so Kate. Tonight, for our anniversary we went on a date. Kate arranged for Bethany to watch the kiddos while we went out. Now a typical Phil and Kate date is not planned out ahead of time – usually dinner and a movie… but tonight, we went to a pottery class and we both spun two bowls. We’ll go back and glaze them after they’ve been fired and then they’ll be done. Pretty cool. We’ve never done that before.
But here’s why Kate chose that for our anniversary date. She knew that back in 2001 I made a bucket list of 50 things to do before I die (the bucket list movie hadn’t come out yet, so I didn’t know to call it a bucket list until much later). Anyhow, number 38 on my list is “learn to spin my own pottery”.
So, sure… it was a really fun, unique date night for the two of us, but it is so much more significant than just that, because Kate’s goal tonight was to help me check something off of my bucket list. Like I said before… It’s just not fair. It’s like I won a game I didn’t know I was playing…
If I were to remake my bucket list, it would look a lot different now than it did 12 years ago, but I tell you what. Right up there at the top of my list would be to never let that woman doubt for one instance that she is the best gift God has ever given me.