Dear Husband,
Remember how I told you I looked like hell all day until about 15 minutes before you walked in the door because it had been too long since… we had done married things? No, you don’t. Because you’re sound asleep on my lap at 8:30. And I’m not even a little bit mad about it.
I hear your alarm go off every morning at an ungodly hour. I know the work you’re putting in to make your dreams; our dreams come true.
So, I’ll wait with you.
Marriage is like the dancing part of a wedding reception. Some songs are so moving they make you draw each other in and relish in the love you’ve been gifted, some songs are light and have you laughing at each other’s dance moves until your sides hurt, and then there’s the awkward song the DJ starts spinning.
It’s the one where you can’t quite figure out how to move your body to the poorly-paced beat. And so, you look at each other with tilted heads and half curled grins and do your best to find a rhythm until the next song.
We are in an awkward dance. Right now, it’s long work days. Before it’s been the cries of newborn babies and periods of grief. But a new song came on then and a new song will start playing again.
I’ll wait with you.
In the meantime, we’ll do our best to find our footing and dance.