I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at this quote. My husband and I have tackled far more than our fair share of “obstacles and interference” over the years. It’s even fair to say we have gone into full-on battle for our relationship. We have both faced false allegations, insults, badmouthing, underhanded onslaughts, childish cheap shots, and endless varieties of hostile and belligerent behavior.
Our high crime? Being happy. Loving each other. Being honest. When people’s lives and hearts are void of love or integrity, they can’t tolerate seeing someone else being happy, especially where they have already personally failed.
It’s funny, though: all the attempts to make us stumble, to make us fall apart, ended up pulling us closer together instead. He’s more than my husband. He’s more than my best friend. He’s a fellow warrior. He’s my comfort and my refuge.
Almost 16 years later, I remember the first time his hand touched mine, the first time we kissed, the first time we held each other. And I still smile, because I knew even then that he was different. He felt like home. I already knew I would never let him go, as long as he still held onto me, too.
On second thought, I don’t want to laugh or cry at this quote. Instead, I want to smile. I want to love. I want to appreciate even more everything that my husband and I have battled for, starting with the most cherished: us.
Sweat & Sparkle 