Why is marriage such a poked at thing?
Why is marriage set up in society with such a negative tone? I adore being married. I absolutely love being someone's Mrs. My man’s Mrs.
I met my husband when I was a junior in high school; he was a senior. I did everything in my power to break up with him the first couple of months. I was a broken-hearted teenager rebelling against "love" and was set up. I was a terrible human and tried to break up with him for the dumbest thingssssss. I have spent the last 11 years apologizing to my husband, because God made me for that man and I thank him daily for allowing him to put up with me there in the beginning.
Anyway, over the last 11 years we caught crap about when we were getting married, why humans should not marry and now catch the ball and chain jokes. It blows my mind.
Our marriage is one of the healthiest I know. I do not mean this in a cocky way. My husband and I frequently discuss observations and how truly grateful we are for what we have. I once asked him what it meant to love someone as a spouse and he replied, “to choose you, everyday”.
At least once a day I fall further in love with that man. I can pinpoint it and I always tell him. He is right though, and really on to something. To wake up every day and choose the needs of another human is something we do second nature for our children, so why not our spouse? I get giggly waking up to my husband and giddy when we lay down to go to bed.
When we were young and had just moved back, we lived with his parents. One day they remarked how we seem to laugh for hours after going to bed. We looked at each other and started laughing again. Each day we wake up and choose to put one another first. I used to ask him daily, what can I do for you today? How can I best serve you today? Do you need anything from me? We know most of the needs now, so we compliment one another’s flow through the day. We choose to seek each other and date one another.
I hope that during this blog journey I can share hot topics in marriage. Ways we pursue one another and even the mushy gushy of when I fall in love all over again.