Saturday, October 10, 2015

On A Cold Day In October

Six years ago on this day it was about 45 degrees and cloudy and windy...and the best day ever.


If you don't know the story, we met on a blind date. A couple from my church said they, "knew a nice boy," and I have never been one to turn down a free meal. It wasn't exactly love at first sight like it is in the movies. I didn't see my future when I looked in his eyes or any of that mushy crap. And I'm pretty sure I wasn't walking in slow motion glowing like an angel when he first saw me. But through a series of events that only God could orchestrate, we found ourselves standing at a hay bale altar listening as a friend strummed his guitar and sang a hymn into the breeze. 


People always say the first year of marriage is hard and they are right. Merging two lives into one is tricky at best. You would think over the years it would get easier and in some ways it does. We don't argue every time I leave a dresser drawer opened...he just closes them behind me. And I don't throw a fit every time he puts his socks in the basket all balled up...I hold my nose and shake them out (sometimes). 


But it also gets harder. It's harder to not be selfish and grab the last cookie instead of splitting it. It's harder to take the time to do thoughtful things like rinse out a milk glass instead of just leaving it in the sink. It's harder to not mentally keep track of who took out the trash last week and why do I always have to do everything around here. All those little things can become mountains of annoyingness if you aren't careful. 


So then if it gets harder, why do it? Because lots of hard things are awesome...learning to whistle, climbing tall stuff, playing the banjo (I assume...it looks really hard), and marriage. But even though sometimes it can be hard, the payoff is pretty fantastic. 



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