Today is my Anniversary! Let me just point out, for all you teenage girls, an anniversary is the date on which an event took place in a previous year. There is also no such thing as a month-iversary. Pet peeve, moving on. Although, months count when going sober. I'm just pet peeving on the silly teenage girls who say, "OMG, it's the 22nd! My anniversary...for 6 months!"
So if I could talk to myself two years ago today. I would definitely let her get married, and then inform her of a few myths. The honeymoon phase does not have a specific time. It could be the first year, it could be the first 20 years (as wonderful examples in our family has proven). Regardless, I'd tell myself I'll still be happy. Deliriously so. My love for Travis seems to only grow with each passing day. It's something that takes work, and a lot of help from my loving Heavenly Father. Now some may say, you don't need God in a marriage to make it work/happy. Good point random person with opposing views, I do go out of my way to make sure Travis feels loved. I do go out of my way to remind him everyday that he is loved, and cherished. These are things I do in an effort to keep my husband, and by doing so myself, happy. And we are so blessed because of it. I would remind me, two years ago, that President McClure was right. We feel closer to each other, the closer we get to God. Just like the triangle he drew for us in our interviews.
The honeymoon phase is definitely not over; Communication is key to keeping it that way. I remember I once asked Travis how he wants me to react to help him get over a grumpy day. Surprisingly, cracking jokes and saying "who's mr. grumpy gills?" only makes him more grumpy. I stay cheerful, and politely tell him to knock it off and do the dishes. It puts him in a better mood when I stay happy, and start bossing him around. Just kidding, but I've adjusted to his moods and stopped noticing when he's grumpy because I adjust and turn his frown upside down.
I still turn into butter when his blue eyes gaze at me. And he's still respectful of my boundaries. When we were dating it was obvious that he respected our shared beliefs and kept his hands to himself. Something, I had never seen in a man before. Respect, and hands in pockets. I knew he was a keeper. Now he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself, but I know he's respectful in the way he doesn't speak about "last night" to all his buddies at work. In fact, I'm not even sure he's buddy buddy with anyone at work. At least not in that way. He doesn't slap my butt in front of friends, or make "rude" comments about how great my curves look in those pants. Which is wonderful! At least, I love it.
Maybe I'll come back to this post and add detailed descriptions of our first dates or that moment when I knew he was the one. Except it wasn't a moment, it was just a wonderful warm sensation in my head. Like a tingling in my heart, that only got greater. It was all the time I spent with him, and every moment that added up to the fact that we were meant to be together. Magic. Just like that cheesy scene in Sleepless in Seattle when the mother is talking about how she looked down at them holding hands and it was pure magic. Like a sign. Love that movie. Love my husband!
I'm so excited to spend eternity with you.
-Heather
No comments:
Post a Comment