We’ve been married for two years now. We’ve had a baby, quit two jobs, and TC started his own practice. Things haven’t exactly been easy peasy and completely carefree. We’ve had a lot on our plates and we’ve leaned on each other heavily to get through each obstacle, challenge, and triumph.
We’ve had our share of snippy moments. I’m passionate, vocal, and loud. I never hold back. If something is wrong and TC asks me what’s wrong, I give him the full story and rarely come up for air. If something is bothering him, it takes a while for me to get to the bottom of it and it takes him a while to open up. He’s agreeable (for the most part) and goes with the flow.
So our communication styles are very different. He’s a thinker and I’m impulsive. And this has led to a few tense moments in our short two years.
But then things get right back to normal and we’re laughing, joking, and going about our day just enjoying the little moments together.
We heard a couple of stories this weekend about failed marriages or marriages that seem to be in in trouble, and the whole time we’re hearing this we kept looking over at each other. And each time I looked at my husband, I loved him even more.
No matter how many fits Hudson throws in a day that put me at my wits end or how many stressful days of work and sleepless nights that TC is faced with, we’re in this together. We chose this life. We chose to love each other in the midst of career, family, baby, mortgages, and crazy cone-wearing dogs. And sometimes when hearing about someone else’s struggles, it helps us stop to think, look at each other, and know that we’ve got it made.
We’ve got it made in the midst of poopy diapers, leaking roofs, old cars that we refuse to give up on, bill-paying, meal-planning, and all of the daily responsibilities.
Long weekends are always so great. I feel like on a regular weekend, the time flies by and between 7:00 p.m. on Friday night and 8:00 a.m. on Monday morning we still have a lot of responsibility. Between taking care of Hudson and the dogs, we have church activities and home maintenance responsibilities. We spend time together, but we’re still wrapped up in the “have tos.”
This weekend we were able to truly relax and spend good time together. We got to see a movie together and cook together and at the end of the day I know that I learned a little more about my husband.
But even without a date night or official plans, it’s possible to get that same feeling while just sitting in your home. As long as you’re doing something together. And you remember to laugh.
How do you keep that feeling alive in the midst of babies, houses, careers, and responsibilities?











