Home is where the heart is, and God's heart is our home. On June 5th hubby and I are celebrating thirty-three years of marriage. The number three could be said to symbolize Father, Son and Holy Spirit, or God, my husband and I. In either case, it truly is a work of the Lord that we have a strong relentless love for each other. We are so grateful for that.
Love always recognizes the Lord. I'm not sure where I heard that quote, but it's written under my calendar for the month of June. When romance runs dry our hearts remain strong for each other simply because God has made it so. One of my favorite verses is Genesis 2:24 "Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh."
I so adore my husband. He has been my emotional rock, life partner, biggest supporter and best friend since I was fifteen. We were young when we met, but the attraction was immediate and has just grown stronger over the years. In spite of our lack of maturity, we married at twenty-0ne and twenty-two years old. I remember the entire first year of our marriage we spent fighting. Yet, we hung in there, and honestly, other than following Christ, working through the hard stuff of marriage is the best decision I've ever made.
We dated through high school and throughout college. I remember taking a few days down the shore to just pray about the direction our relationship took me. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but, did I want the challenge of the differences we were seeing in each other? Or did I want to find someone who was just like me? Honestly, we had friends who never fought while they were dating. They seemed to fit like a hand in a glove. Being the "adventurer" I am, I decided there was no place for boredom in my life. After all, why would I want to marry "myself?"
I know why I married hubby, but, curious to know why he married me, I asked him some time ago.
"Why did you marry me?" His response surprised me. "For your joy."
We recently attended a christian conference. The gentleman who prayed for me there asked, "Are you and your husband high school sweethearts?" After I nodded, he laughed and said, "Yay Jesus! You have an amazing love for each other. It's a beautiful thing." So, based on that lovely comment, I decided to interview my life mate.
We sat in a local diner waiting for the waitress to return with our food when I asked him. Looking in his eyes, all I could see was love. "Can I interview you for my blog?"
Me: "What's the best part of our marriage do you think?"
Hubby: "Doing stuff together. Knowing each other well enough that we don't always have to be 'on'".
We exchange a smile.
Oh my heart.
Me : (eyes well with tears) "Now you're making me cry."
Hubby: "Well you do, it's never fake or forced."
Me: "What are your secrets to being the perfect husband?"
Hubby: "That's not a fair question..."
Me: "Okay, then, what do you do to make me feel loved?"
Hubby: "That's easier~ Tell you that your beautiful (he does :-D ), do the dishes, don't take your cooking for granted (he doesn't :-D), set up romantic get-aways..."
Me: "On a more serious note, what has been the hardest part of our marriage for you?
Hubby: "Raising three girls."
We laugh. It has been hard for my analytical, Italian born and bred, athletic husband to raise three ultra feminine, artistic, creative, girls. But he has with great grace, love, humility and patience.
Me: "What are your hopes for them?"
Hubby: "To find godly men who will love them as much as I do."
Me: "What are your thoughts for our adventures ahead?"
Hubby: "Where ever the Holy Spirit leads us...and hopefully, getting some sleep."