“A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.”
I entered into wedded bliss at the end of the blazing hot summer in August of 2006. It was one of the best and most complicated decisions of my life. We have been up and we have been down. We have been on mountain tops and we have been broken down further than we thought our souls could handle. We have broken almost every “rule” that we were suppose to follow and still have somehow managed to navigate our way through this jungle that we call marriage.
Needless to say, through all the challenges and changes that life brings, I have learned several powerful truths in regards to marriage. I was a different person when we got married. He was too. However, we ebbed and flowed and grew together to become stronger and even more in love than when we started. I want that for every single engaged and married couple out there and I believe that you can have it.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate then when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
I am not perfect. He is not perfect. However, we are perfectly designed to be the rock for one another. The strong tower and refuge in the storm of life. One of the hardest things I had to learn was to allow the other person to be that rock for me. It was always hard for me to open up and let people in. Even the person that is supposed to be the closest to me. It took many hardships, stressors so strong that my very being was crying out, births of children and a brush with death before I truly believed that he really meant what he was saying. That he was going to really be there through thick and thin. That when he said he loved me, it wasn’t my looks or any sort of status he got. It was truly and genuinely that he loved me. My soul. My being. Warts and all. I can’t begin to describe the absolute freedom that brought me in our relationship.
“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.”