I’ve written tons of cheesy blogs about my love for my husband as each anniversary approaches (Read last year's blog here). It has become somewhat of a tradition. Over the years we have celebrated with trips, fancy dinners, expensive presents and even a tattoo. This year we will celebrate our 10th anniversary in just a few days, I’m not sure whether we should laugh, cry or demand a trophy.  I say that with all due respect, because this year has been our most challenging year in our marriage.  It’s been a year of leaning on each other while starting not one but TWO businesses from the ground up, questioning our dreams when they don’t look or feel like the movies, finding ourselves challenged as parents, learning how to cope with the uncontrol of what life throws at us, adapting to change and being tested in our faith repeatedly.  

Sounds romantic, huh?

I’ll be honest, this isn’t what I pictured on our wedding day 10 years ago. 

And still, with the hardships life can throw, there has been lots of joy.  We’ve learned how to dig deep to encourage ourselves, when others, sometimes with no intent at all, manage to crush our spirits.  We’ve seen God do miracles through the provision of what seems so little and stretch to supply every single need.  We’ve been on the receiving end of other’s generosity.  We’ve seen how strong our bodies are as we hit the ground running with little to no sleep as we hustle and bustle for our dreams.  We’ve been happy for others but also battled internally as we compare our season to others’ success, financial gain or even availability of time. We’ve been stretched so thin, pulled and pushed and yet, here we are, still standing with a love that gushes out of our pores. 

 A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. 
Ecclesiastes 4:12

This year, the one I married, picked me up when I was down, hugged me when I was weak, pushed me to keep going, loved me at my worst, supported me when others didn't and beamed with pride with every accomplishment I tackled.  He helped me with my dream, picked up where I lacked, cried with me during our loss, stood next to me at church singing songs of hope when we could have easily just stayed home. He prayed when my faith was lost, he spoke truth and promise over me when my fear was at it's highest.  He found my baby Reus, not once, but twice! He picked up extra work to help make ends meet. He never once complained.  He never left my side. And he always greeted me with coffee and amor.

We use to dream of how we would celebrate this milestone - a lavish party, a once in a lifetime trip, checking off something on our bucket-list?  Yet here we are, with so little, and yet so much and we know in our hearts that our 10 year anniversary won't be remembered in how we celebrated, but in how we survived. 

I am learning to cherish this trying time. I know in my heart, these are the days we’ll look back on and reminisce about. We've shed tears of utter pain and joy, all the while producing the best memories, learning lessons, togetherness and love. 

The labor of our love will reward us soon enough.

September 06, 2018 — Vickie Mireles


Candice Phillips

Candice Phillips said:

Hi, Vickie! I used to work with your husband and we were at the Chris Tomlin concert a few years ago (my husband and daughter and myself.) seated next to y’all. One thing I know for sure—God is faithful always, even if we aren’t feeling it our seeing it. I know He gave you this dream and He will expand your impact for Christ as you continue to be faithful and trust Him with the future. Bless you both greatly! :)

Rita Mireles

Rita Mireles said:

This one was so good! I love your highs but I especially understand the lows and love that you share that as well. It’ll be fun to sit and have coffee one day like we always talk about and think back on the special years because this will definitely be one of them!

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