A little quick research revealed the traditional 16th anniversary gift is wax. That's a pretty weird gift, in my opinion... I can literally think of nothing that I would love to receive from my husband that is made of wax, but maybe that's just because I can't break the imagery of wax figures and the scenes from "The Greatest Showman," when our main man attempts that endeavor before building his circus... But wax. Yup. It's a thing. And honestly after I got through my own personal hang ups with the thought of wax as a gift I couldn't help but smile and consider, "How perfect as I celebrate 16 years saved by Jesus." Because what better analogy is there of Jesus + wax, right? I'm the wax. I was (and still am) imperfect, undesirable, purposeless... just a bunch of nothing. Then Jesus changed my life forever. He took me, heated me up through trials and tribulations until I melted and was without shape or form and then poured me slowly...
My journey through binge eating disorder and weightloss/fitness.