delight

It didn't always used to be.

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.

Today's post is part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to 

     "Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... 

     Unscripted and unedited...

     Without worrying if it's just right or not."

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