I've been married for 9 years. We've been together for 11. We have a pretty awesome 6 year old. We aren't high school sweethearts. We didn't have sparks fly the first time we met. Our first meeting didn't really go over well. And we had anything but the typical dating life. But, all those things don't define love anyway. Saying and doing everything the way your supposed to isn't the good stuff.
So, what is it? What has kept our marriage strong? What saved us?
Being willing.
Being willing to admit when I'm wrong. Being willing to communicate.
Being willing to learn.
Being willing to forgive.
Being willing to be uncomfortable.
In short, being willing to be a partner. Not just the label of wife or husband. When we admit that we can be wrong and communicate. We learn the root of the problem and we can forgive even when it is uncomfortable.
So what is love?
Love is in the trenches when it's muddy and it's a war zone.
Love is winter night snuggles.
Love is the willingness to put in the effort to make a relationship last a lifetime.
Love is smiling at the thought of your partner.
Love is late night emergency room visits.
Love is all the thing you thought it would be... And all the things you never thought.
The hours are long, sometimes you feel like you have no idea how to do it. Sometimes you may want to quit.
Love is worth the work.
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