My Five Minute Friday on: Beloved
I didn't know the best moment would be the card.
All the pomp and circumstance, all the pressure and expectations for one day — a day someone made up so we wouldn't forget to tell our sweetheart we love them?
We had a plan, but my husband decided to surprise me and change it up. We argued over the door-to-door salesman wanting to sell us Fios and why my husband thought it was rude that he showed up today of all days.
There was rushing and pouting and frustration as we drove to dinner. And somehow the reality of life got in the way of why we were doing this in the first place.
We fussed still as we placed our order, but we started to forget to be irritable when the crab fries arrived.
This marriage is beautiful, but it's raw and real and not at all like a fairytale.
And this man, no matter what we allow to rub us wrong, I love him. It's like breathing, it doesn't stop. I wouldn't know how.
Some days it feels like we can't get it right. And most days he doesn't believe that he is right and loved and worthy.
This sentence in a grocery store valentine card, "when my hand is in yours, I know that both of our hands are stronger." This is how I feel. This is truth for us. We need each other to be better.
And I scribble out my own words above my name saying,
"I love who you are, even if it doesn't feel that way sometimes. I am proud to be your wife and I love you so much!"
And tears rise in his eyes and threaten to spill over. And I hope the words sink into his heart and he believes them.
He is my beloved — dearly loved.
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