The early years were hard.
Like those late miles in a really long run when I sometimes just want to stop, crawl over to the side and sleep.
Exhausted from the effort, I'd just want to walk away.
I often never felt good enough.
Years multiplied and a peace began to canvas our marriage.
The urge to stop and just sleep dissipated.
I became more alive.
Our marriage together became a delight.
Somewhere between the exhausted fight to be heard and understood that was often squelched by expectations, an understanding enveloped us both--an acceptance for each other's differences.
That we have found Joy in the hard thanks of the *whirl and twirl* of sharing life together is Amazing. Grace.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."