Married Life

My coworkers are talking right now, in a comical, laughing, but completely serious tone, about how much their husbands don’t do anything any more.

How their husbands basically draw a line down the center of the bed, don’t kiss them on the lips anymore, and complain about how they sleep. How they argue about what they can watch on TV, sex is not just silly “at their age” but completely unwanted, and the compliments are nonexistent. That the children become the responsibility of just one parent, (and you can “guess who that is”) vacations are mandatory and a burden to plan and carryout, and that their jobs get in the way of spending quality time…but who cares right? Because we have nice things bought with nice money to fill up a nice…loveless home. Hmmmmm.

As much as they laugh it off, I couldn’t help but turn to my computer and blog about it.

As impossible as it may sound, I want my future husband to think I’m not only beautiful, but completely sexy, for the rest of our married life. I want him to be proud he married me and though it’s human nature to glance at some young fox walking by, be always thankful that he has me as his woman; that I am always “such a catch”. I don’t want to grow old next to my husband, I want to grow old with my husband, and laugh the whole way there. Yah, I’m stubborn, ornery, and sometimes overly outspoken. But I can only hope that during my moments of being unreasonable, my husband will stay mad for just a short while and not tire of my inevitable tendencies to be…well…female.

Time spent together will be cherished during our first years as married. I absolutely plan to honeymoon for at least a few years before I have children. Now I don’t mean jetting off to Cancun for an extended lovefest, but simply spending time loving, laughing, traveling and enjoying the married life with the man who will help me tackle children, mid-life crisis’, wrinkles, finances, and of course, the overbearing decision of what to make for dinner.

In return, I will be proud to keep myself up physically, and attempt to not lose myself mentally as I grow older =]. When things are rough, I will remember my role as his wife, and fulfill my duties as God created me to do them.

I will not laugh, allow our marriage to fall apart, and gossip with the other old bags at work who prefer new furniture and overtime then time spent with their husband and children.

I hope to never lose sight of the three most important words between him and I. “I love you”, to me, can never become an overused, underdefined, lifeless closing clause to any conversation. When said to my husband, it’s me saying: God created our souls to match. Part of his plan for us was to find each other and to carry out life together as a team…to lighten each others love through his most exceptional gift to us…love

My heart, as much as it feels offended by the conversation that pushed me to write this blog, goes out to the ladies who are surely hurting; who have lost such a precious gift that once existed between them and their significant other, their best friend, their husband.

It may seem silly for me to write about this, but I just can’t wait to find that other half of me someday; the person God created specifically for me and I for him. What a gift that person will be!

And to hear it being discussed as “not all it’s cracked up to be”…

Ugh.