Love Again

Yesterday morning I read a post from Lisa-Jo Baker, in which she described the need to focus on our marriages more than the current state of our life – and moms, you know that’s something we’re often thinking about! She said that a Thursday is a great day for her to fall in love with her husband all over again. Her article has stuck with me, and no matter what, I can’t shake it – in a good way.

And so maybe a Friday in the spring is a great day for me to fall in love again with my husband.

We’re coming up on 14 years married. Last year I tried to write a beautiful post for our anniversary, but apparently you can’t fit these things into a box. And so, at 13 years, 10 months and 14 days, I guess today is a great day to write a love post for the man who is my coffee-and-a-kiss in the morning. It’s really the perfect start to any day!

I stress about the imperfections; he points out all the joy in out-of-the-ordinary.

I try to make sure it all gets done; he’s happy with whatever gets done.

I joke that he left me on our honeymoon, to let the seaweed attack me. The reality was that I wasn’t brave enough to continue on the adventure. He has made me much more brave than I ever was on my own. He is my courage.

Because of him, I know that every lighthouse is unique and different, and serves a special purpose. {Seems to me people are like that, too.} He finds joy in studying the specifics – no wonder he knows me so well.

Deep brown eyes – I need to see those more. I need to stop and slow down and find rest in those eyes. I can’t help but smile, especially when I see that twinkle. I need to stop being so busy and make more time to recharge with some great conversation, funny shared jokes, and time looking into his eyes.

Day after day, I struggle to find my identity. I’m mom, teacher, cook, cleaner, driver, scheduler.

But even more importantly? I’m Tim’s wife. Being Tim’s wife makes me better at being a mom, teacher, cook, cleaner, driver and scheduler. Being Tim’s wife makes me a better person.

Before I got married, I would have always guessed I would be the snuggler. I can’t tell you how many times I wake up in the morning on my own side of the bed, with him snuggled up against me. Love it!

He’s my “slow down” when life goes too fast, my “let go” when I hold too tightly.

He’s my “you can do it” when it needs to be done, and my “you’re amazing” when it’s all been completed.

When I talk, he listens. But he doesn’t just listen to my words. He hears my heart. And he can hear my heart, even when my words are few.

Jesus loves me, this I know, because every day, Tim tells me so. When I lose my focus, Tim is there to gently get me back on the path where I should be walking. When I’m overwhelmed, he’s there with the reminder that this is not how it should be.

Our favorite gifts, they call him Daddy. There’s nothing better than their laughter, their cheers and squeals when he comes home, their hide-and-seek, and their countless hours reading together. There’s no doubt of his love – his eyes give him away every time.

Those eyes – my resting place. We all need that special place where we know we’re home. And we need to intentionally plant ourselves there for encouragement and refreshment.

And so, on a plain, everyday Friday, in the spring of the year, I’m in love, all over again. What has come, has passed. What’s ahead will be even better. Why? Because we’re built on love. Happy plain, exciting, ordinary, joyful, in-love-even-more Friday, to the one who hears my heart.

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