|"A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person." -Mignon McLaughlin|
I find myself doing this more and more lately.
Joshua and I have been married for three and half years now and we no longer consider ourselves "newlyweds." To be honest, I can't say that I ever felt the newlywed glow that people talk about before you get married. Except for the semester after I graduated, we had been together almost every day for the two years before our wedding--we basically felt married, but we didn't live together. We've had our fair share of rough patches and knock-down-drag-out fights, but I still keep coming back. I will always keep coming back. Why? Because look at that smile--it makes my heart melt every time! But you know what else is in that smile?
Two eyes that see only me amongst the scores of beautiful women out there.
One mouth that tells the silliest old-man jokes. And I laugh. Every. Time.
Two hands that prove he labors diligently to provide our every need. Just look, you'll see the signs.
One mind that chooses to do the right thing, even when others try to convince him of otherwise.
Two legs that "would walk a thousand miles." And oh far we've walked.
One Heart that loves God, loves me, and loves his comic books.
We can go suffer the worst argument but when I see him standing over the sink washing dishes, I consider all that Joshua is--even the not-so-nice bits--and I fall in love with him again just like I did in the beginning. Let it be known that these feelings don't happen automatically. When the rush of excitement is over, it takes work. Every day, we work for our marriage. Every day we Choose to love each other and every day we Choose to fall in love again. Here is a man that loves me physically, emotionally, and most important--spiritually. He would do anything to save my soul and I adore him. Even when he leaves his dirty socks on the floor.