Marriage

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a few weeks, but nothing really ever came out. It has served as a nice white space which I could fill with lots of uninhibited rhetoric, which is something that could be very therapeutic right now . Usually the posts would start with a ridiculous  saying about marriage: for example: Marriage is like a box of chocolates…you just never know what you're gonna get. 

Anyway, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m married now. At the risk of sounding very cliché, I’ve earned my MRS, which entitles me to warm hugs in the morning, feet rubs at night, gross husband  farts, strong arms to hold me, and a lot of  love, and kisses. And I love him. I love him.

He loves me. He prays for me. He reads me scripture every night (we’re in Joshua right now). On our wedding night, well, it was very romantic… I’d like to keep a veil over that and  cherish it.

Marriage is… different. It definitely wasn’t what I had expected it to be.  I would DREAM about this time.  Being a newlywed is supposed to be the best time of your life, right?

This has been the strangest time, though, as my situation is probably different than most newlyweds.  I moved to a huge city from a small rural town. My family, beautiful nephews, and friends are all five hours south west of me. 

Homesickness cannot be cured by my husband’s  hugs and kisses. Does it even have a cure?

I may always ache for gravel roads, the tart smell of fertilizer, my nephews racing to greet me with huge grins, and for my mom and dad’s hugs.  Right now, all that seems to be working is consistent prayer, and a realization that David is my home now.  And I am SO blessed that he is.

Please pray for us.

Marriage is…lovely. David is amazing. He is my other half. I know when he’s up to something – he gets these sparkles, little glints of mischief in his eyes. I look forward to the day when we can finish each other’s sentences without saying a word.

I am blessed to have such a wonderful man as my leader.