Reflections: 11 Year Anniversary

The moment I walked into your dorm room on that rainy Sunday afternoon, a switch went off. Something was different, and I changed. You were the first person I introduced myself to by my middle name. I hadn’t felt like Denice in a long time, and was just waiting for the perfect moment to make that small but significant transformation. Something about you exuded comfort and safety. I didn’t want to be Denice anymore, and something inside told me to be “Elina” to you. Elina has been my name ever since.
I didn’t know – and I wouldn’t know for quite some time – but God was telling me that you were it for me, when you asked me “What’s your name?” and I said for the first time in my life, “Elina.”


13 years later, I am your wife of 11 years. Unable to sleep because our cat is in one of her possessed moods and refuses to be still and quiet. Also because I want to make sure that I have something written down for you to read as soon as you wake up in the morning. Our 4 year old son sleeps soundly in the bed that you built for him with your own bare hands. The new set of dishes are in the cupboard because we finally managed to break all but 3 of the ones we received as wedding gifts. There is a heap of gloves and scarves and coats in the back seat of the car. I think we forgot to take the trash to the curb.

I have loved every stage of our relationship. I loved getting to know you. I loved falling in love with you. I loved our wedding. I loved all of our adventures to different parts of the country and of the world. I loved the way you whisked me off for a road trip to the east coast after I graduated from graduate school. I loved buying a fixer upper with you. I loved being a family of two plus a cat. I loved the way you knew exactly what I needed when you took me on a prayer walk through the woods after I miscarried. I loved seeing the two lines appear as clear as day. I loved how you came to choose the perfect name for our son. I loved how you were the perfect companion as I labored in the hospital. I loved how you brought the iPad to my room in the ICU to see Gideon in real time. I loved how you took such good care of us.

I love the father you have become. I love the husband you have become. I can’t wait to see what you are like in 11 more years.

So here’s to you, my love.

Contigo pan y aqua.