My husband. The love of my life. My other half. In every way this man completes me. In the best ways he is my polar opposite, but our fundamentals are the same. He is, and will forever be, my best friend and the hero of my heart.
Before I met Michael, I prayed for the love of a man who was kind, Godly and could make me laugh like no one else. Oh boy did God ever answer my prayer! This man I am blessed to call my husband makes me laugh on a daily basis. Even when it’s the last thing I want to do. You know those times when you are aggravated with your significant other and they say something just to make you laugh and you try so hard not to give them the satisfaction? Well Michael always seems to think if he can make me laugh he’s automatically off the hook for whatever he’s done to irritate me. And, as much as I hate to admit it, it is somewhat true.
Last night, for dinner I made grilled cheese sandwiches and a pasta so bad it tasted like cafeteria food. The fact that it was a hot meal was about the only positive thing I could say about it. In my defense I was still getting over a relentless head cold, I hadn’t been grocery shopping in a week and I wasn’t in the mood for being creative in the kitchen. After dinner Michael says what he always does, “Thanks for dinner, Babe.” His loving sincerity naturally just made me feel guilty for feeding him such a crappy meal. So I said, “I really appreciate you putting up with me.”
Let me just point out that any woman knows the purpose of this statement is to give the husband an opportunity to say something kind like, “I love you,” or “Thanks for putting up with me too.” Michael, however, rarely seems to take these opportunities … last night was no exception.
Michael replied, without hesitation, “I appreciate being appreciated for putting up with you.”
Read that again slowly.
It didn’t matter that I was tired and cranky, I couldn’t help but smile.
How does he get away with this you may ask? Because we both knew his intention wasn’t to make me feel inferior, but simply to make me smile. He shows me love by making me laugh. He knows that sometimes, like last night, I need a laugh far more than an automatic, albeit sweet, response. For this reason, among many others, I never doubt his love for me and, therefore, he can crack jokes about putting up with me all he wants to, because I know it is simply that … a joke.
The truth is, we put up with each other. Michael and I choose to love each other, warts and all. Because in Jesus we have the ultimate example of True Love. True Love flourishes, not between two perfect people, but between two imperfect people who put their trust God. People that choose to love despite, and sometimes because of, all their imperfections. Not every day of marriage is bliss. Some days instead of love flowing beautifully and effortlessly between us, it feels more like a choice we have to make. And we make it. Every. Single. Day.
I choose to love this man who leaves his dirty socks all over the house. This man who can’t seem to remember to put food back in the fridge. This man who eats my favorite cookies when they are the only sweets in the house, despite the fact HE DOESN’T EVEN LIKE THEM, simply because they are the only sweets in the house. (If you have any sympathy for me you just did a mental eye roll when you read that.) What matters is when we do have days that feel like loving each other is a choice to be made, I choose to love this man. Because I know God does the same with me when I am less than lovable.
They say the keys to a healthy marriage are Love and Respect. I say throw in Humility & Forgiveness and there is nothing a couple can’t overcome … and a great sense of humor is definitely a plus!
November 8, 2017