I have been married for six+ years now. I knew that I would be with Troy for the rest of my life and all the eternity about month into our dating. I loved how he was so strong and I felt so little compared to him. I loved how he cooked for me. I loved that he didn't try to make me stop studying. I loved that he understood why I cried (and was bitter) when he got a better grade on a test than I, even though I had studied way more. I loved that he really knew me and still wanted it all.
Was our wedding day the happiest day of my life? Maybe I am the only woman (or even a man) who will say this, but it wasn't. It was a special day. I was excited. I felt beautiful. It was a start of this life that has been so good to us. It was a start of eternal relationship that has survived hardships and has let us enjoy pure bliss at times.
More importantly, it is a relationship that endured the routine of every day life.
That while we dream of every day passion and that "I can't get enough of you" feeling that we had during the initial moments of the marriage, we find joy in the fact that we can reach for each other's feet in our bed as our son sleeps in between us.
We might argue or get frustrated over the constant fine tuning of the responsibilities around the house, but we make it a home that is a good place for us.
We get through the newborn phase that for some people is the most joyful time, but for us is a little bit of a struggle. And after we get through those first months, we cherish these two beautiful children that we have and give almost all of our energy to them.
At times, I haven't been so little compared to him, but he cheered me on as I was determined to run off those pounds. And he assured me that those pounds didn't matter to him, but he knew that they mattered to me so he helped me to push myself.
We share the biggest accomplishment of our lives (so far) as we talk about the hilarious and maddening tricks that our kids do, yet we realize the need to be individuals outside of our role as a mom and a dad. Even as a husband and a wife.
I have just realized that we need to choose happiness. It doesn't come in a nicer home, or perfectly behaved kids. It doesn't come when my waist is smaller and my clothes more stylish. It doesn't come in a perfect job with a great benefit package. It doesn't come in adventurous around the world.
It comes in small moments when I know that I am where I am supposed to be. It comes when I look at a bigger picture and realize that some of the small details don't matter at all.
And it comes realizing that not every moment will be good. There will be hard moments, sad moments, and those moments might even become hard periods of our lives. But you can still find happiness in life.
Happiness really comes when I choose him every day of my life to be the one who is the most important person here with me. And then I need to remember to treat him in a way that he knows it.