So what does marriage look like for us 15 years and 4 kids later?
shoes scattered… different sizes.. shapes… types… (not necessarily on the shoe rack)…
a random sock here or there…
miscellaneous toys in places that don’t always make sense… a toy police car here… darth maul light saber there… a Barbie shoe… glittery sand like material…
listening to ear piercing three year old tantrums...
but other times surprised by deliciously hilarious grown-up like sayings…
some clinginess… and some independent explorations and triumphs…
soft kisses and cuddly hugs...
sticky hands and smelly feet…
lots of negotiations... and sometimes bribery...
too tired for words many nights…
and learning to communicate through s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g
still your typical men are from mars and women are from venus moments…
and actually men are also like waffles and women like spaghetti...
silence is golden…
a full dishwasher...
loads and loads of laundry...
going through paper toilet rolls...
buying gallons of milk...
scheduling our schedules around our schedules…
touching base about the “plan”...
there will be hurtful accusations… and tender moments of healing…
times we need to forgive… times we apologize humbly…
prideful stubbornness... and some things we find just... annoying...
but accepting... accommodating... learning...
lots of dividing and conquering…
not always agreeing on method… style… or the nuances of daily life… but fundamentally on same page… that’s important
remembering what used to make us laugh… finding new things to tickle us...
falling… getting up…
failing… not giving up…
despair... hope... it's the whole gammit of emotions...
watching one another grow… stretch… struggle… overcome…
frustrating but worthwhile…
thankful for the past…
cherishing the present…
building together towards the future…
15 years of holy matrimony and counting...
