Alright, I'm almost nine months into being married and wow, my eyes have been OPENED. Before my husband and I were married all these girls would complain about their husbands/boyfriends and tell me how tired I was going to be of living with a guy. "Oh, he leaves his beard shavings in the sink!" "Ugh, his socks smell!" I thought it was annoying then, but I kept my thoughts to myself since I really had no experience. Now, nine months later...after moving everything we own into a tiny one-bedroom vintage apartment with leaky pipes and cracking ceilings...after learning how to cook...after gaining the weight that goes along with learning how to cook...after numerous trips to the ER...after the families...after the car problems...after the holidays...after planning and budgeting and living everyday I can proudly say...
IN YO' FACE.
Not that nine months is all that long, but in that short period of time I have really learned how to love. Not because my husband requires so much dedication and affection that I couldn't help but learn how to love. It's the exact opposite, really. Because I do. The amount of attention and encouragement that I need from him is astounding (and a little embarrassing.) But he never says no. He has taught me how to love. From his example.
Husbands are the ones that stay loyal to us like we are blood...even though we are not. They signed the bottom line to love us and listen to us and deal with our mood swings and ridiculous obsessions. They don't leave. They don't walk out. They stay and fight for us (and sometimes with us) because they are committed. They love not only our bodies, but our souls as well. Their prayers get us through. Their admiration builds us up and their stability keeps us grounded.
Socks. Beard shavings. Who cares? Bring it on. If my husband wants to leave his crap laying around sometimes, whatever. I do the same thing.
I know what is important. It's not necessarily having the most organized home in the world or having all the laundry done. It's making your husband feel like he means the world to you. It's not bothering him about the sink or bad-mouthing him in front of your/his friends. It's loving after long days and ignoring the stuff that doesn't really matter. It's being grateful for all the things he does for you. It's knowing that you would be completely lost without him and anything and everything you could ever do would never show him how thankful you really are.
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