This crazy thing called Marriage

 Marriage....WOW....sometimes it's so easy and sometimes you want to run away.  When that happens I remind myself of the reason we are together in the first place.....LOVE.  In the beginning it's all new and fresh and yes sometimes silly.  It grows as you grow, as you have children, as you experience trials and tribulations, and as we mature and change.  Thank God for change....I can't imagine my 27 year old brain having to deal with what I live today.  Men are from Venus and yes, Women are from Mars.....there is no perfect husband or wife.  We will never truly understand each other....it's impossible.  But whats not impossible is to hear each other, I mean...REALLY LISTEN, not just with your ears, but with your heart.  We are all human and we all mess up, but those are the things we should grow from and move on from.  To dwell is stay stuck and who wants to stay stuck in the mud?  I love my husband, he is definitely my best friend, and the best thing about all of this is knowing that we don't always have to like each other, but we have to respect each other.  We hurt the ones we love, it's a part of life.  But those little knockdowns and sometimes big knockdowns are the things that make marriages stronger.  It takes two in every sense of the word...it takes two to love, two to fight, two to makeup up and two to work it out.  I believe it only takes one to quit and when that person quits you don't have "two" anymore....there's no more teamwork.  And sadly that happens a lot today.  So I pray for all marriages, for those who are divorced, separated, etc.  It is my prayer that "two" never become one.  But if you are one, just know there is love out there in this crazy world.  Life falls into place the way it's supposed to.  We may not understand our journey, but that's where patience comes in......

If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,^[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


There is a special song and it's our song....so when weeks like this happen I have to remind myself and yes....remind my husband because unless it's written on the Honey To Do List, he forgets....


Love is not a Fight, by Warren Barfield
Love is not a place
To come and go as we please
It's a house we enter in
Then commit to never leave

So lock the door behind you
Throw away the key
We'll work it out together
Let it bring us to our knees

Chorus:
Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

To some, love is a word
That they can fall into
But when they're falling out
Keeping that word is hard to do

Chorus:
Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

Love will come to save us
If we'll only call
He will ask nothing from us
But demand we give our all

Chorus:
Love is a shelter in a raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
And if we try to leave, may God send angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for

I will fight for you
Would you fight for me?
It's worth fighting for

Daughters and Sons......two different worlds

So tonight was supposed to be a special night for my daughter but I knew (and no I was not projected negative aura into the universe) that she wouldn't take part in her Girl Scout Ceremony.  It was really nice to sit with my husband and sons to watch her practice, but when it came her time to be presented with her awards, she hid her face in my shoulder.  Now as a Mom you want to comfort and understand WHY??????  But for now there isn't an explanation of WHY, not yet anyway....maybe one day.  Really hard to get into the head of an extremely stubborn 7 year old.  I know I'm doing the best I can, but when these things happen, it automatically makes you wonder...."Am I doing something wrong, did I miss something?"  I don't know and maybe I never will, but I will try to know.  

On the other hand, you have sons, totally different species than daughters.....easy going for the most part, both in their own ways.  And yet so different from each other.  One is rough and tough and athletic and one is soft and gentle and a little professor of sorts.  

You raise them all the same, same love, same consequences, same rewards, same everything....I think anyway?  But yet they are all so different.  This thing called parenting, doesn't get easier, just more confusing I think.  It's made me smarter....more than anything I ever learned in school, that's for sure.  We all works in progress, I guess....but watching "little works in progress" is quite scary some days and other days, so very rewarding.  

But in the end, they are mine, (and my husband's).  It's a crazy journey, this thing called parenting, wouldn't trade it (maybe for a few hours at a time, thought), but no, would never ever trade the love I have and give and the love I've been given.