Friday, October 1, 2021

It’s the History We Share

 Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. 🍀 But our love isn’t just luck, we both work hard at “us.” ❤️ We both respect and care for each other. If either of us was passionate about anything, we would move mountains for it to happen for the other. 

After a beautiful Wedding weekend for my niece, I find myself reflecting on Mark & I, our own beginnings, and the fresh, fun of new love. What a special time in any relationship that is, when you are out to conquer the world together. But now is what I truly love, the deep history and profound love that has grown between us. 

I do not believe marriage can be left to chance. 

One of my most favorite compliments about my marriage, was said by Emily, the bride. 

She once told me, “You guys are great together, but I feel like you are both ok & would be ok without each other too. You both have people and hobbies outside each other.” 

I have reflected on this much. She’s not wrong, we obviously love each other and enjoy each other’s company, but we both have lives outside each other also. 

Another compliment I reflect on much was said by a close friend, “You don’t sweat the small stuff, and pick on each other for every little thing.” That is true. At some point we both found respect for each other was far more important than anything else. 

I don’t believe Marriage has one or two  secret ingredients. I do believe you BOTH have to want it, for it to work. I believe we have worked to keep our friendship and to grow it together. I know we have worked to stay in love. And maybe most importantly, we have respect & trust for each other. 

I believe marriage is work, I believe it has blah times and elated times. I realize even when I think someone’s marriage looks easy from the outside, I don’t know the whole story. 

I know I appreciate Mark and anything we’ve been through to get here, has been worth it. We’ve shared a lot of ups and downs together & often I joke, no one else would want us. Our life isn’t easy. But really, it is the history, we have, that I know can’t be shared, by anyone else, and that has built “us,” mistakes and all.