There have been days when marriage seems boring. I can't be the only one who misses the excitement of the beginnings. I've missed the butterflies, flirting and even the drama that characterize the start of a romantic relationship. (it's probably a symptom of watching too many romantic comedies)
Marriage isn't always exciting, but this weekend I was reminded that marriage is so much more rewarding, if more subtle, than our early dating relationship.
E and I stayed up way too late talking about the future: his, mine, and ours. We vented together about difficult situations in our lives and made resolutions.
We made fun of each other over things we'd usually fight about and laughed after failing miserably at taking Christmas card photos.
We spent time apart, and missed each other.
When you're in love, it's hard to imagine falling any more in love.
but in silly and sweet ways I love seeing how we're growing together.
(I know E's face looks a little strange, but I still love this picture)
I'm leaving this weekend feeling sleepy, but so refreshed.
ps. I'm picking up our love story again. Look for the next installment later this week!