I Still Can’t Believe You’re Mine

I still can’t believe you’re mine.

Lately, I’ve found myself reflecting on how far we’ve come—two babies, multiple moves, and the weight of a world that hasn’t always been kind. There were seasons when things felt uncertain. Seasons when growth hurt. Seasons when staying required more strength than leaving ever would have.

I know not everyone believed we would make it this far.

But it was always you.

God was leading me to you long before I understood it. In ways I couldn’t see at the time, He was writing a story bigger than my fears, bigger than my doubts, bigger than the opinions of others.

I fall short more often than I’d like to admit, but I am so deeply thankful you never gave up on me—or on us. You push through fatigue, physical pain, and mental exhaustion, and I see you. I see the quiet sacrifices. I see the way you carry responsibility without needing applause. I see the way you provide far beyond what we need.

And more than that, I see the Lord working in you—shaping you, refining you, and drawing our family closer to Him.

Marriage isn’t always loud joy or sweeping romance. Sometimes it’s choosing each other on ordinary Tuesdays. Sometimes it’s holding hands in the middle of pressure. Sometimes it’s standing side by side when the world feels heavy.

I never imagined my life would look like this. I never imagined this kind of love, this kind of growth, or this kind of grace.

I never thought you’d be mine—but God did.

And here we are.

And I still can’t believe it.

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Chelsea Drown

I’m a mom, a wife, a homeschooler, and a childcare provider who loves cozy mornings, good coffee, intentional living, and finding hope in the little things.