We are two-thirds of the way through our year as newlyweds. I know I say it a lot, but it is hard to believe, and even to accept, that time is going by so quickly.
With each passing month, it seems we get busier and busier. There is always another chore to be done, some old project to finally complete, and then a new project to begin. I feel ever more distracted by my day-to-day duties, and Brandon seems ever more stressed by his. We spend more time together since he went to a day schedule, but more and more of that time is devoted to checking things off our growing list. And that means less and less of it is devoted to enjoying each other and celebrating what we have.
But on the first of every month, we make it a point to put everything on pause, even if just for a few moments, to remember our special day eight months ago.
And as I consider everything that has happened in the eight months that have gone by, I feel newly committed to the gratitude I have for the love of my husband. I never cease to be thankful, but I do forget or simply fail to take the time to tell him so and to remind myself, in the midst of everything else that is going on, about what really matters.
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