*I’m cleaning out my blog post draft folder this week. These are blog posts that I wrote in 2012, but for some reason never got published. I’m looking at you, Otis.
I didn’t write an anniversary post last year. But I had a pretty decent excuse, I think. There was this little guy that moved in with us and would not shut up about being fed. So I was preoccupied. And tired. So very, very tired. And leaking if I remember correctly…
Four years ago we became a family. Yes, it was just the two of us, but that’s still a family in my book. Especially if you have animals.
I think if the word that best fits this 4th year of marriage is kindness. There has truly been so much kindness in our marriage.
Being kind isn’t something that people write about in marriage books. People write marriage books about increasing passion, decreasing arguments, and whose turn it really is to wash the dishes (answer: his). But rarely are we reminded to be kind to this person we love and share a life with.
It was harder to be kind this year. Both of us had every reason in the world to look at each other and say “You suck right now”. I’d be lying if those words didn’t sneak out a couple times over the past 365 days. It’s just there were so many more encouraging hugs, squeezed hands of “It’s going to be fine”, and truly thankful prayers for how abundant our life really is.
No matter how hard the day had been we both knew it would end with our favorite event: bedtime snuggles. We ended nearly every night this year snuggled in bed with the baby talking and laughing about our day.
This year wasn’t sexy or exciting. But it was kind. Very, very kind.
Here’s to (at least) four more, Boo.