Something odd happens when you choose what you already have. When you choose contentment in the chaos.
When you choose your husband. Over and over and over.
Betting on us regardless.
Joy happens. Not every second of everyday.
Some entire days he’s just annoying.
But he’s mine and we are on this ride together. I recently read that no marriage has two strong people at the same time.
But I disagree. Our strengths are different. So sometimes we are both equally strong. And sometimes these strengths butt against each other.
I think that’s a skill set in itself. Learning to use your strengths as a couple, that passing is as important as shooting. And rebounding as important as scoring.
We’re in counseling and working on knowing each other better. Working on listening and understanding how we became who we are and how to become more one.
Today you see a lot about individuality and not losing yourself, be it to motherhood or wifehood.
But we’re supposed to lose ourselves. We’re supposed to become one. Two parts of one, but one nonetheless
Somedays I’m the better half. Most days I’m the irrational half, but no matter what I’m only a half.
Learning to love is a funny thing, but at the end of the day it’s all that matters.
“For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. ” 2 Peter 1:5-8