A Decade

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Now that we have four kids, Tony and I really struggle to prioritize our marriage. Isaac has been very needy lately, and I think it's primarily due to the length of time he's away from the family at school. Ezra and Miri are just in the thick of gaining independence and responsibility, meaning unless supervised they are making huge messes. And Naomi, well, she obviously needs the most amount of care.

I told Tony last week that he gets the worst of me. There's no doubt about it. After caring for the kids, trying to continue to keep my business up, and trying to give myself a little bit of fringe time for myself, there's not much of me left to go around. Amazingly, he said that if the worst of me is all he gets, that he'd still be a happy man. I don't know how God shaped him into the person he is today, but I'm forever grateful. This is how we're still happily married.

And ten years ago, it started in the middle of a mall, with a dorky guy wearing glasses, a button up I didn't like and a hockey jacket, when he met a girl who'd finally moved past her high school boyfriend, literally an hour before. My heart was racing and I was almost late, but I had to take a second to stop in a storefront to gather my thoughts, before rushing into my future.

I told my friends prior to meeting Tony that he was fictional perfection. On paper he seemed too good to be true. But after meeting him, I gushed to Nadia, who'd been waiting as my spy, that I thought I would marry him.

Early on in our relationship, after exchanging those three little words, Tony always raved that he would always be in love with me. A little jaded, I told him that it wasn't true and that I wasn't interested in him always being in love with me, as I found it unsustainable. I told him that I cared more that if we fell out of love with each other, that we would commit to falling back in love.

And I can say without a doubt, we have, several times over.
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