Thanks to Chief, for making me take a serious moment this Sunday.
Usually, when I mention Hubs, it’s to complain about him. How he isn’t home. How he has no clue how much work I actually do. How clueless he is when it comes to anything to do with the boys. His golfing, poker-playing, soccer-lovin’, laze-on-the-couch self.
But, really, I love him.
He loves me.
We have a strong marriage.
It wasn’t always this way.
Shortly after the honeymoon phase wore off, we started thinking like emotional little kids: I don’t know if I’m in love any more. You don’t make me happy. I want something else.
And, we almost threw our marriage away to try to chase something that made us happier.
Thankfully, we wised up before we did anything drastic.
We realized that love is a decision. It’s a choice you have to make over and over again, to continue loving your spouse. To work on your marriage.
That you might not always feel that madly-passionately-in-love feeling all the time.
But, that that’s okay.
As long as you continue to make the decision to be there for each other and to work on it.
That feeling can come back.
Love is a decision. It’s emotion, yes, but we’ve come to realize that’s not just heart, but head, too.