Wednesday, June 22, 2011

the love blog

I give you fair warning: the following may contain so much mushiness that an instantaneous reaction to reading it may make you barf. If you feel like you can stomach what I'm about to say, read on. If you don't think you can handle it, I recommend you go here instead.

I have been so humbled by the outpouring of love Jon gives me, so much so that the mere fact that God blessed me with this man as my husband is enough to resolve me to grateful, "I'm-so-not-worthy" tears. I'd like to think I've come a long way since this post. I think I've been (in general) more patient, more loving, and more respectful. I've desperately worked on not freaking out every time I find dirty boy clothes on the floor next to the laundry basket, or, as of lately, sitting on the lid on top of the laundry basket. Jon would probably tell you I've come a long way. It was no easy task and I still take two steps back from time to time. But I think we're in a really, really good place right now, which is both a huge blessing and a bit of a pitfall.
One of the earliest pictures of the 2 of us. It was on Christmas Eve 2006 (I think).
We need challenges in our marriage/lives to grow stronger. Sure, each day I am filled with amaze as I get butterflies and giddy giggles when I see Jon pull in the driveway from work. It's a feeling that I was convinced would leave after the first year of marriage. I used to wonder out loud how it would be possible for our marriage to always feel so good. It had to be the "honeymoon phase."
December 2007
Spring 2008
Well, I'd like to think we're past the honeymoon phase. And yet the jumping tummy and racing heart are still just as present as our first slightly awkward double-date-plus-Mike at Carrabba's. I melt when Jon looks at me and smiles, and the way the first thing he does when he walks into the door is come over to where ever I am to give me a kiss. There's something magical about the way my head fits on his shoulders and the way his bear hugs can make even the worst days bearable. But I find myself craving a challenge. It just feels so good to grow closer with Jon each day and I can only imagine how close we'd feel after overcoming a huge, gauntlet-like marital challenge.
December 2009
And what a fool I am for wishing that on us. I know what a wreck I'll be. I'll cry hysterically, complain about how difficult my life is, and collapse into bed/refuse to get out until whatever that challenge is has resolved itself. I'm a crazy person. We are in such a wonderful place right now, why rock the boat?
September (?) 2010

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