I have been married to my husband for almost 14 years. Not a long time by any stretch but in this day and age, it's significant. There is no perfection. Absolutely ups and downs and all the in between. When you've known someone innately as we know each other, there are no secrets or suprises; at least that's what you think until something peeks inside your relationship and opens your eyes. I suppose it's God's way of putting little obstacles in your path, making life interesting, and giving you challenges to acheive and move beyond.
There is trust and acceptance. I will continue do all of those things.
Maybe that is the key. When life throws you a grenade rather than hastily pulling the pin, you put it down, walk away, think about it and make your choice. Go back and pull the pin and watch the explosion or be part of the explosion -or- discuss the grendade, figure out a way around it and if you're really brave, go gently pick it up and put it safely where no one can get hurt. No explosion, just quiet acceptance that we cannot all agree, but if we can find common ground and be open then peace prevails. Love prevails. I really don't know much about grenades and that was maybe a really horrible analogy but you get the gist. Sometimes we talk till we have no more words. Till the words are just things in the air and making no difference. Then we stop. And we're quiet. We always come back to the same place. I have said this several times lately but we can't have survived the death of our second child five years ago and let these other less serious things knock us down now.
So that's it. It's love. It's the good and the bad. Come what may and hopefully many more years it is.
-J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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