With 3 months into marriage, I am daily encountering the beauty of marriage.
I am part of something greater than myself. I have another child of God, depending on me to meet many of his needs. The same is true for me. The last month has been a testimony to the majesty of marriage and simply how blessed I am to be married to my husband Richard.
A little over a month ago, I had to have a minor procedure which would leave me in great pain almost immediately following for about a week. A couple of days after the procedure, I began a month long fitness boot camp with a personal trainer at 6am Monday, Wednesday and Friday. For me, it was very important that I took on this challenge as my transition from single to married and city girl to suburban wife had consequences…extra pounds. One day after the boot camp began; I started a month long television reporting continuing education class on Tuesday evenings.
(Even when I looked at Richard, like why you let me do this, he never looked back at me like I was crazy.)
During this time of heavy movement and activity, my husband stepped up tremendously. On days of extreme pain, he made sure that I was taking my medication and was comfortable at home. On mornings when I had boot camp, he saw me off to class and greeted me with open arms as I limped to the shower from an intense workout. At the end of every Tuesday night class he made the journey from Connecticut to the lower east side of New York City to drive me home from class. Even more on days of shooting footage, he was right there to document every moment.
(Side note: Richard thinks every day should be, “take your husband to work day.”)
At the beginning of April, I participated in a seminar, mentoring Broadcast Professionals. Since I have not been on air regularly in a few years initially I was a bit discouraged to attend. My better half encouraged me to go and get the most out of the experience.
Within this month, Richard and I somehow found (made) time to keep our date nights, host a couple’s game night and have quiet moments at home. We also had our first big argument since being married during this time. It hurt me to my core to argue and be at odds with my best friend and greatest ally. Friends, counselors and keepers of our marriage were there to lend support and reassure me that I was being too hard on myself and us. We did the best thing we knew how to do. We repented to God and to each other…and moved on.
More and more, I learn that “2 is better than 1.”
Stay tuned for my next entry as I elaborate more on this…
Be Blessed!
Kristen
1 comment:
"Two is better than one."
I like this and may post it next to my mirror. I've been single more than I've been in a relationship, so the mind renewal of sorts may be very necessary at this point.
Thanks for sharing!
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