I had to learn tho play this as did all three of my children.
Did I ever mention how much I love being married? There’s not a day that goes by in which I don’t sigh and think to myself how much I love my husband. I adore him. God simply gave me the most wonderful man in the whole wide world.
The past few days I have been thinking a lot about marriage and how blessed I am. For some reason, a lot of couples seem to slowly lose their “spark of love” as the years go by. This is even expected by the world. They say, “Oh, well you’re newlyweds… just wait.” I don’t understand why the spark of love ever has to fade… or disappear for that matter. If we’re taking the time to cultivate the spark, it won’t fade or disappear but only grow bigger. I want to be the wife who greets my husband with a sparkle in my eye when he arrives home. To be the wife who, though there are a million other things on my mind, eagerly sits down and spends quality time with my husband. To be the wife who loves to surprise my husband with little “I love you” notes hidden for him to find. To be the couple who, for no reason other than love, kisses while waiting for the stoplight to turn green. To be the old and gray couple holding hands at the grocery store. My marriage to my husband is my top priority in order that the spark of love never, ever grows dim.
“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.” — Lisa Kleypas
Marriage is love walking hand in hand together. It’s laughing with each other about silly little things, and learning to discuss big things with care and tenderness. In marriage, love is trusting each other when you’re apart. It’s getting over disappointments and hurts, knowing that these are present in all relationships. It is the realization that there is no one else in this world that you’d rather be with than the one you’re married to. It’s thinking of new things to do together and it’s growing old together.
There are a few things I am not very good at.
Okay… I take that back, there are a LOT of things that I am not very good at.
But I have to say that one of my absolute worst actions in the list of things I am not good at (or may be VERY good at depending on what your viewpoint is) is that I ‘dwell’.
I dwell on what I do and what I don’t do. I dwell on things I say or things I should have said but didn’t. I dwell on future plans and hopes and fears almost without able to eradicate this overwhelming feeling/stress/concern that NOTHING is going as it should. I dwell in the possible potential of romantic evenings with my husband… and then when that doesn’t work out… I dwell in the ensuing upseted-ness that inevitably follows.
I understand that disappointment is a factor in one’s life and it’s almost never within our immediate control. I am consistently reminded that people will disappoint you rather than just expect it to be what it is. I am also reminded not to hold people up to such expectations because invariably it’s unfair and assuming to believe they place the same value as I do on things.
Yep, I dwell.