The time has flown by – and I’ve been surprised by a few things along the way
1. I didn’t expect to lose this much blood – moving away from home, cleaning a house and cooking 3 meals a day is not for the weak of heart (or short of blood). The number of opportunities in any given day to cut myself, bang my elbow or stub my toe are infinite, and I like to take advantage of nearly every one of them. Over the last 12 hours I’ve developed a great 1st degree burn on my wrist from the kettle steam and cut my thumb while washing our mandolin. And there’s still a good 3 hours before the sun sets.
2. I didn’t know how unhappy I was – haha, not actually. Before we got married, I was happy. I wanted for little and loved the life I lived. But HOLY TALITO – there’s more. My baseline happiness level (if you will) has shot through the roof. And the clouds. And the stratosphere (while we’re at it). And it’s wonderful.
3. The misunderstandings are good – before we got married, we filled out this questionnaire (one of the – do it yourself first and then compare answers – things). One of the questions asked about expectations for disagreements in marriage. My dear husband selected the rather optimistic – as long as we love each, we will never fight. Though we really do love each other (promise!), misunderstandings and bruised emotions have come. And they’re not fun when they exist. At all. And forcing ourselves to talk about things (which really is a - choose to exert my will over doing what my flesh would rather do because it would rather mope and be angry and pretend I have the higher ground- thing) has been really good. As an opportunity to humble myself. To serve. And to do the hard thing. (Because that’s what I committed to do). And THEN, Jesus is SO nice and rewards this decision by overwhelming me with floods (literally) of love for him (dare I say, more than before we disagreed!). It’s PHENOMENAL. And so, while I wish never to disagree again, if we do, I will forget myself and do everything I can to better love and understand him, with the knowledge that we WILL work things out and find joy in our relationship because of it. Tell me that isn’t amazing! (it is.)
4. Sex is certainly meant exclusively for married couples. That is all.
(until you’re about to get married, then you can ask me to tell you more things, and I will. Wink.)
So that’s 3 months of marriage. Done. Check. Finito. 1000000 months to go. HURRAH.
2. I didn’t know how unhappy I was – haha, not actually. Before we got married, I was happy. I wanted for little and loved the life I lived. But HOLY TALITO – there’s more. My baseline happiness level (if you will) has shot through the roof. And the clouds. And the stratosphere (while we’re at it). And it’s wonderful.
3. The misunderstandings are good – before we got married, we filled out this questionnaire (one of the – do it yourself first and then compare answers – things). One of the questions asked about expectations for disagreements in marriage. My dear husband selected the rather optimistic – as long as we love each, we will never fight. Though we really do love each other (promise!), misunderstandings and bruised emotions have come. And they’re not fun when they exist. At all. And forcing ourselves to talk about things (which really is a - choose to exert my will over doing what my flesh would rather do because it would rather mope and be angry and pretend I have the higher ground- thing) has been really good. As an opportunity to humble myself. To serve. And to do the hard thing. (Because that’s what I committed to do). And THEN, Jesus is SO nice and rewards this decision by overwhelming me with floods (literally) of love for him (dare I say, more than before we disagreed!). It’s PHENOMENAL. And so, while I wish never to disagree again, if we do, I will forget myself and do everything I can to better love and understand him, with the knowledge that we WILL work things out and find joy in our relationship because of it. Tell me that isn’t amazing! (it is.)
4. Sex is certainly meant exclusively for married couples. That is all.
(until you’re about to get married, then you can ask me to tell you more things, and I will. Wink.)
So that’s 3 months of marriage. Done. Check. Finito. 1000000 months to go. HURRAH.
I’m shockingly happy out in Alberta, even though I’m far away from nearly everyone I know and love. But I still love you. And pray for you. And look forward to the next time I see you. Embrace you. And share a smile.
