Marriage looks like a desperately needed, intertwined nap on a lazy, rainy afternoon and later chopping vegetables, side by side, for a favorite Soup Sunday recipe.
Marriage looks like pulling boxes of pictures and albums out of storage and getting teary together, saying “Remember when they were all so little?”
Marriage looks like praying on the floor for each family member at night and then falling asleep holding hands.
Marriage looks like cranking up the volume and singing to our treasured songs. Marriage looks like laughing daily together at our own goofiness and mistakes, without a hint of ego, resentment or attempting to one up.
Marriage looks like attending our baby’s high school plays and choir concerts and taking in every second, because we know how quickly she too will leave the nest.
Marriage looks like grinning and shaking our heads at each other’s quirks, habits and ways.
Marriage looks like accepting one another’s flaws and appreciating one another’s many strengths.
Marriage looks like greeting by the door with a long kiss and an even longer hug at the end of a long day.
But marriage didn’t always look this way.
Yes, we’ve had a good, good marriage, many might say a great marriage, but there were times our pride and immaturity made us stumble hard along the way.
Sometimes marriage looked like icy glares and refusing to talk to one another for days on end.
Sometimes marriage looked like rolling to opposite corners of the bed and making darn sure our feet or hands didn’t brush up throughout the night.
Sometimes marriage looked like a game of, “It’s not fair! You got to do this and I had to do that!”
Sometimes marriage looked like jealousy and dissatisfaction because he was free to leave the house early and go on his way, and I was tethered to the kitchen, the crying, the mess and many days with little ones, feeling like the walls were silently closing in.
Sometimes marriage looked like crying myself to sleep after our heads finally hit our pillows, because he was flat-out exhausted and would fall soundly before my worries and fears could form into words.
Sometimes marriage looked like exasperation and him saying, “Travel is not nearly as glamorous as you think.” And me, hearing his words ring true, after trying to return home from a restful girl’s weekend to a blizzard that forced me to stay put and not able to hug our babies for four additional, torturous days.
After that said trip, marriage looked like my husband declaring to anyone that would listen, “My wife has the hardest job in the world!” and me feeling a newfound level of recognition and acknowledgment that put wind in my sails on the hardest days.
Marriage began to look like an assortment of compromises and he and I making a pact that we would have every important conversation on the couch and never in bed, because he loved me and wanted to not fall asleep too soon and to hear everything that was on his wife’s heart.
One significant time, marriage looked like this wife having a profound epiphany, that with the same tender, loving grace that she gave her little boys and girl, she could give to her capable, generous, selfless husband, who was once a little boy himself and was still that same little boy inside.
It looked like her realizing that, no, she was not his mother, but, yes, she could nurture him, root for him, and take care of him in a multitude of similar ways.
This started looking like his walls coming down and her respect and adoration going up.
This started looking like a mutual deep sigh of relief and knowing with their whole beings that they were each other’s safe place all along.
Marriage looks like cherishing one another and never taking one single minute for granted.
Marriage is a sacred union, a covenant authored by God and established by two starry-eyed souls, a day by day re-commitment and a classroom for learning – a place where immeasurable growth and joy can take place for two people whole-heartedly dedicated to God and to the health and well-being of the other.
Marriage can look like proudly standing on top of a mountain close to the warm sun or, in some seasons, like climbing a steep rock face without a rope or proper equipment.
Hang on with all your strength, dear wives and moms, and keep striving and reaching; one kind word, one act of service, and one prayer at a time.
Can I tell you a secret?
The absolute best is yet to come.
Phillipians 1 : 6 And I am certain that God, who began a good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
* First published on Her View From Home – February 14, 2020. *