Chuck and I don't always agree. We knew this, I mean, 5 months ago at the beach we knew we didn't feel the same way about everything, but that was OK! By golly we were getting murried anyway! So we did.
Never hesitated. Come to think of it, there was never a second of "is this right for us?", "are we ready?". Instead our thoughts revolved around "when are the kids on spring break?".
I work all the time, and between his job and all of the overtime he does, so does he. We mis-communicate, misread, misinterpret and just plain miss it. But somehow, someway, we laugh all the time. The man makes me giggle like a fountain bubbling out of me. He can scare me so badly that I crack a filling, but I can't help but get tickled. We hurt each others feelings and don't talk overnight, but I still sit on the tub while he gets ready for work in the mornings. We silently forgive and forget, but we never look for that place. The "what if we weren't together?" place. It literally brings tears to my eyes if I ever imagine life without him. Who would grill the burgers? Who would kill the bugs? Who would burst out laughing when I say "Latvia", thinking it wasn't really a place?? Who would hold my heart?
I talk a lot about our marriage, the ups and downs and everything else, because to me it's such an experience. I was going to say adventure, but that sort of points to "excitement" and, honestly, there's not much exciting about going to bed at 8. The experience of referring to him as my "husband" for the first time and how it felt to say it. The experience of furnishing our house and making it a home for our family. Our arguments and laughter, hurt feelings and sit-down laughing spells. Our life. 1 Corinthians 7:27-28 says, "those who marry will face many troubles in this life". I'm ready to fight for my love, but at the same time I have to work for it each day.
I don't know what the future will be like for us. Maybe I will finally get my drivers license changed? Maybe I will settle on some cute address labels? I could worry about it, but that would mean spending less time loving him. Five months isn't a very long time, but if I don't live each second of it in that very moment then I am cheating no one but myself.
Love love love,