Our first Valentines Day was one for the record books [or not]. We were in high school and were trying to figure out how to get to know each other under the circumstances we were in. I came home from school that afternoon and found a converse box full of Hershey bars and a note that said something to the effect of, "I really dig you." Ah, young love...
Micah and I are best friends. We share a bond that can't be broken by distance, hardships, misunderstandings or differences. We've proven that. A lot. If there's one thing we've learned throughout the years, though, it's that relationships take work. Eventually the honeymoon ends and you've got to learn how to rely on more than just love.
I remember a conversation with a friend going something like this:
Her: "Ugh - I don't understand why he didn't help me get the kids ready for church this morning. I could have really used his help, but he decided to do other things instead. So frustrating!"
Me: "Did you ask him to help you?"
Her: "No. He should've known."
Me: "But if you didn't ask him, how is he supposed to know?"
Her: "It's Sunday."
Sunday or not, ladies, men can't read your mind. Just communicate. It's not as difficult as we make it out to be. Asking our husbands for help, telling him what's going on in our heads or having to explain something further doesn't make us insignificant or needy. It makes us women. It makes them men. We're wired differently and that's the beauty of relationships. That's been a learning experience for us both, but so worth the effort to figure it out.
Today was peaceful. Ben and I enjoyed the company of our Mom and Tots group, mailed Daddy a package and came home to perfect open windows weather. While Ben and the dogs napped, I took that time to just stop. I ignored what needed to be done and allowed myself to breathe. I began to write and remind myself of the beauty that is... life.
I semi-forgot about Valentines Day until these arrived yesterday. Hubs still knows how to make my heart pitter-pat even from the other side of the world. Ah, older love....
Truthfully, though, Micah is the best. His generous spirit, teddy bear hugs, get-lost-in baby blues and infectious laugh make my life complete. We go together like Hershey bars and converse boxes. God knew what He was doing when He brought us together all those years ago.
And because I can't pass up a good challenge...
My darling love,
I, Amber, do vow to you, Micah, my everlasting faithfulness, support and abiding love. I promise to stand beside you in good times and bad. I promise to continue to let you make me go weak at the knees. I promise to respect and honor you. I promise to cherish your heart and give you mine. I adore you. I need you. I'm proud to be called your wife.
Happy Valentine's Day!