In the midst, of all that has been going on over the past few months, something good and beautiful emerged out of all of it. I fell in love with my husband all over again.
It’s not that I wasn’t already head over heels in love with him already. It’s not like things have ever been bad between us, even with all the on going stress and conflict with his daughter and taking on raising her children. It’s not that we didn’t already have a great relationship. It’s not that we were really fighting or at odds with each other.
I knew when I found him, that he was in deed “the one” and if you were to ask him, he would say the same thing. We just knew and from there we became friends and that friendship has grown over the course of our marriage. He has not just been my husband and lover but my friend. This friendship has seen us through all the interruptions that have come into our lives since before we were even married.
But, the thing is, we have not had “time” for just us. Not ever. Ever. When we were dating, I still had a teenage son living at home so it was important for me to be around for him. We knew his time at home would end all too quickly and then it would be our time. We also spent time trying to help his daughter and her baby son, who is now our little man. We waited patiently for our time to come. Our time never came.
After our wedding, we put off going on a honeymoon because my step daughter was due to have her daughter, who is now our little lady. It wasn’t long after little lady was born, before one thing led to another and we were caring for them much of the time. We would plan a weekend away and one crisis with my step daughter after another, prevented us from going away. Still, we waited patiently for our time to come.
It wasn’t long before we became parents of two little people. Yes, we put our dreams and plans on hold to do this. And yes, they are more than worth it. In the middle of all of this, my daughter and her son needed to move home for awhile and we watched our grandson while she worked. Yet, we still tried to get away.
People tried to watch them so we could get away for a planned weekend. Without fail something always happened that prevented us from getting away. Life, work, responsibilities, sickness, and finances could all be excuses of why it didn’t happen. I could also give you all the reasons why it should have happened because we needed it. It’s just that we had gotten so caught up in doing all the things we needed to do, that we neglected to nurture the foundation of this family…our relationship.
Lo and behold it happened! We got away! A couple of weeks ago, my husbands best friend was getting married, so we made plans to go there on Thursday evening and to be gone until Sunday. My sister and her husband agreed to care for the little people. They are like the grandparents that we don’t get to be and are wonderful with them, so we knew they were in good hands.
We had 3 nights to ourselves...that means 3 nights of not having to get little people ready for bed...that means 3 nights of getting to sleep naked(favorite way to sleep but something I've had to give up) and not having to worry about being interrupted by a little person...3 mornings of not being woken up way too early. Flipping fantastic!!
Even though this was not a whole weekend to just ourselves, we did get some time to just ourselves. We had the time of our lives. Seriously. I had forgotten what it was like to just be with him. We laughed. We danced. We talked. We had a blast. I fell in love with him all over again.
I fell in love again, with this crazy man that makes me laugh like crazy…who still makes my heart stop when he looks at me a certain way…who dances with me even when he would rather not but does anyways, just because he knows how much I love it…who knows how to have fun…who doesn’t take life so seriously that he can’t see the humor in it…who puts a smile on my face every single day.
It’s not that I don’t get angry with him or he with me. It’s not that we don’t drive each other crazy at times and I have a feeling I drive him a little bit more crazy than he does me. But, I do know that I am crazy about him. And I have a feeling that he might be just as crazy about me!
Going away together, was a wake up call to both of us, of the importance of nurturing our relationship by giving it the gift of alone time….time without interruptions, even if those interruptions are important one’s, like our little people…time outside of the daily demands, responsibilities and stressful situations. Keeping our relationship strong is vital to our families happiness and growth…it’s vital for our own happiness…it’s vital, so that what we have, doesn’t get lost along the way....so that we can keep the beauty that is us.
PS I apologize for this publishing twice. After publishing this post I realized that many of you may be unaware of my past history. The reason that this is so BIG for me is because I do NOT have a good track record with men, relationships and marriage. I could write a book titled “ How to fall in love with an abusive man and marry him”. I do not hide the fact that I have made bad choices in regards to men. That is my normal.
As much as I may regret these relationships, I do NOT ever for one moment regret the children that came out of them. Not one of them is a mistake. The fact that I found my husband is a miracle in itself. The fact that when he looks at me, he doesn’t see any of “that” past is even more of a miracle. While I worked hard to get to the point of being able to be in a healthy relationship, I do not take lightly, the fact that I found him. A thousand times over, I cannot take for granted this gift that has been given to me. Totally and completely awesome.