This is not a sponsored post. This is not a post about crafts or recipes or special deals available only to readers of this blog. It’s a post about love. So if that’s not your thing, check back again tomorrow. If it is your thing, hopefully I don’t mess this up too bad.
While we’re busy going through disclaimers I should probably clarify this post isn’t written by Debra, the owner of this blog. This is her other half (I won’t say better because we all know that’s not true).
I decided to take over posting today for one special reason: love. You see, eight years ago today, a much younger, dashing and handsome version of myself married Debra and she became my beautiful wife. Ah, cute, right?
We’ve been through a lot together and through each challenge, success, birth, job and move, there’s one thing that’s changed: our love.
Wait, wait, you dummy, that’s supposed to be the constant, don’t you know anything about love?
Probably not, but let me explain.
I used to think love was a constant, but it’s not. Love changes. It can either increase or it can decrease, but it rarely stays still. It’s also directly proportionate to the amount of effort you put into it. That’s right, to the amount YOU put into it.
When we were first married, I thought the measure of love was how much the other person devoted to you. But you can’t control that. The only thing you have control over is how much love, time and commitment you are going to invest in the other person. Is it possible then that you devote far more than the other person? Sure. It’s a risk. Love is risky business. You expose your heart and have to trust you’ve chosen to be with a person who sees your heart as precious and will take care of it.
And thankfully I have.
I can easily say I love my wife more today than I did when I married her. Geez, there you go again, being unromantic…
This isn’t to say I didn’t love her then, because I did. But love increases or decreases, and my love has increased. In the shared challenges and experiences we’ve had, our love has forged solid links binding us together. Perhaps this was no more evident than during our three years in Texas, isolated from most other support systems. We had each other. Was that going to be enough? When we started, we didn’t know. But each day, as we relied on one another, our love became so strong. We knew we could weather any challenge, and there were plenty of them.