On Loose Change and a Whole Year of Marriage
Today, my husband and I celebrated one whole year of marriage. Without an ounce of irony, we were married on April 1, 2017. But for real. Yes, everyone I spoke with had to make sure we were aware it was April Fool's Day. Just in case I didn't know.
Anyways, I wanted to take a moment and share some observations I have on marriage. This has truly been the most fun year of my life. My husband is a gem AND he can cook. I hit the jackpot and I know it. So many people talk about how difficult the first year of marriage is, but if you ask me, dating is way worse. I love going to bed at 9:30 on a Friday night after eating apple crisp for dinner and watching 2 hours of Netflix. There is no shame in my game.
Don't get me wrong. It's not all sunshine and roses. Marriage has shown me just how completely bonkers I really am. One time, I picked up every single item my wonderful husband left laying around the house and placed it all perfectly lined up on his side of the bed. Every nickel, each receipt, everything. Thankfully, he thought it was hilarious, but I'm fairly confident no one will be nominating me as wife of the year.
Marriage is actively teaching me grace - how to give it and how to receive it. I have learned that while my husband is a phenomenal fix-it man, cook, yard worker, and much more, noticing little messes around the house isn't his strong suit. And instead of getting worked up about it, both my life and his would be much easier if I just picked up the loose change and granola bar wrappers myself. I'm perfectly capable. It's such a simple way to show my husband grace and love. (FYI, I have not perfected this yet. So if you come over to my house and hear me yell about finding pennies in the toilet, don't give me those judgmental looks.)
Likewise, I have given him many opportunities to show me grace (LOL). When I can't find my keys for the eighth time that morning, instead of lecturing me about putting them in the same place every day, he just gets up from whatever he is doing and helps me look for them. He doesn't get mad at accidents, but just shows grace, something I am not good at receiving. I want to be perfect and come down really hard on myself when I come up short. It has truly been a Gospel lesson for me to accept my faults and receive the grace I'm being offered, just as Jesus freely offers it to us, so undeservedly.
We are far from having it all figured out. Heck, we've only been in this thing a year and have a long way to go. But learning with him and alongside of him is a treasure and a blessing. Cheers, babe. Here's to many more.
Anyways, I wanted to take a moment and share some observations I have on marriage. This has truly been the most fun year of my life. My husband is a gem AND he can cook. I hit the jackpot and I know it. So many people talk about how difficult the first year of marriage is, but if you ask me, dating is way worse. I love going to bed at 9:30 on a Friday night after eating apple crisp for dinner and watching 2 hours of Netflix. There is no shame in my game.
Don't get me wrong. It's not all sunshine and roses. Marriage has shown me just how completely bonkers I really am. One time, I picked up every single item my wonderful husband left laying around the house and placed it all perfectly lined up on his side of the bed. Every nickel, each receipt, everything. Thankfully, he thought it was hilarious, but I'm fairly confident no one will be nominating me as wife of the year.
Marriage is actively teaching me grace - how to give it and how to receive it. I have learned that while my husband is a phenomenal fix-it man, cook, yard worker, and much more, noticing little messes around the house isn't his strong suit. And instead of getting worked up about it, both my life and his would be much easier if I just picked up the loose change and granola bar wrappers myself. I'm perfectly capable. It's such a simple way to show my husband grace and love. (FYI, I have not perfected this yet. So if you come over to my house and hear me yell about finding pennies in the toilet, don't give me those judgmental looks.)
Likewise, I have given him many opportunities to show me grace (LOL). When I can't find my keys for the eighth time that morning, instead of lecturing me about putting them in the same place every day, he just gets up from whatever he is doing and helps me look for them. He doesn't get mad at accidents, but just shows grace, something I am not good at receiving. I want to be perfect and come down really hard on myself when I come up short. It has truly been a Gospel lesson for me to accept my faults and receive the grace I'm being offered, just as Jesus freely offers it to us, so undeservedly.
We are far from having it all figured out. Heck, we've only been in this thing a year and have a long way to go. But learning with him and alongside of him is a treasure and a blessing. Cheers, babe. Here's to many more.
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