These last few days, I’ve been thinking about my marriage.
Yes, we’ve gone through some trying times. Cancer. Infertility. Children. Single income.
But despite all that, my husband and I, our marriage, it’s pretty damn amazing.
Strong. Loving. Full of happiness. Full of foot massages. Little projects around our home. Big adventures in new places. Meaningful conversations about things that matter. Daily giggles about random, silly things that don’t matter. A shared love for our kids. A dedication to creating family time. Delicious food and healthy living. Long hugs. Quiet moments. Lots of laughter. Mutual adoration, honesty and support. A regard for each other. A passion for living.
Everyday he makes me want to be a better person.
I’m crazy in love.
In terms of our temperaments and personalities, I believe we’re quite different.
But we share the same values, feelings and goals towards things like family, friends, health, work, money, stress, holidays, how we spend out time, our future plans.
We have disagreements here and there, and we hardly have full blown fights. We just seem to align perfectly with each other in many aspects – love, marriage, the relationship, the companionship, the everything… well, it’s just kinda of easy.
Everyday he tells me how much he loves me, why he loves me, why he loves his life with me. Sometimes it’s silly, sometimes it’s random, and sometimes it brings a tear to my eye.
It’s been 6 years, and I’m one lucky woman!