It is that time of year to reflect on the marriage, the highs, the lows, the committment made oh so long ago. When I said I do, I don't think I really understood what that meant. It seemed like more of a promise. "I will do my best to make this work." I didn't always do my best, and sometimes I completely ignored that promise. But there came a time just a few years ago that I really made that committment in my heart. I was able to say, "I love you and I am committed to making this work." That doesn't mean that we stopped arguing or that we live with rainbows and unicorns. We probably disagree a little more now and with more passion, but that is because we know at the end of the day we are still together. We can be completely honest about what is happening and find a way to work through it. We aren't walking on eggshells, saying "yes dear, I love this casserole" or "we can do whatever you want to do." We can speak our minds, freely and completely knowing that when the sun rises the next day, we will be together to face it.
That is real love. That is a committment. That is marrage.
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