I’ve been thinking a lot about marriage lately.
Drew and I had a rough year.
And then, at church, our high councilman gave a talk about how hard marriage is, and how he hated it for the first while.
And I had a hard time not rolling in the isles and saying amen.
How I WISHED there had been a talk like that when I was first married. We have a lot of young couples in our ward, and I hope it helped some of them.
It’s not that our marriage is perfect now or that I love it every second, but I’m well aware of the ups and downs of marriage.
When I was first married, I’d look at a room full of “perfectly” married couples who adored each other and wonder what was wrong with me?
Turns out I was normal, sometimes that first year can be a doozy.
I recently saw this video:
I really like the comparison between marriage and human life. We work HARD to save lives at the hospital and I think we all need to realize that sometimes you have to work that hard to stay married.
And that life isn’t a bed of roses.
Sad, but true.
Anyway, that video makes me want to work a littl harder, and maybe do some preventative care. I think Drew and I might actually get a night away this summer. First time in years. That’s good preventative care.