Today, in the midst of my organizational tirade, I stumbled upon something that struck a chord in my heart.
As I was sorting through manuals, and papers, and cards, I began to find them. They were love letters, and sweet thoughtful cards, and flirty little spur of the moment notes. All written out in my curvy cursive handwriting. All signed with my name.
Some of them were from the days of dating, our first Valentine’s Day together, our first Thanksgiving, monthly dating anniversaries and yearly dating anniversaries, “hope you feel better soon”, and “just because” notes.
Some of them were from our first year or two of marriage, our wedding day, our first married Christmas, Birthdays, and wedding anniversaries.
The notes were filled with loving and encouraging sentiments. “I’m so proud of the person that you are,” some read. Others focused on the future, “I cannot wait to spend our lives together, build a family.” Some were a little funny, “You are the sexiest man alive, I’m so glad you’re all mine” or “Jonathan, you are such a hottie” J. Many were serious confessions of my undying love and devotion, re-affirming my absolute admiration for Him and the many character qualities that he possesses that I adore.
The stack was pretty hefty. I wrote A LOT of “I love you”s.
And then, there were a few from the last year or two- still a birthday card, maybe one for Valentine’s Day.
But the amount of paper’s dwindled as the years passed. And, the amount of words faded into a simple “I love you.”
And, as I came to this realization, my heart was filled with regret.
Life got busy, and I got busy. My husband became the norm, the one I do life with every day. The one who leaves his dirty socks on the floor, and no longer takes me on dates every weekend.
And I became tired, my task list got longer. Now there were bills to pay, and a house to be cleaned, and kids to discipline, and bathe, and feed.
And, I stopped writing those notes, and letters, and cards.
I stopped telling my husband so frequently of my undying love, and my complete admiration, and my excitement for our future together. And, more often than I’d like to admit, I probably do the opposite. I remind him of his shortcomings, and I bring up the things we disagree on, and I focus on the frustrations and the imperfections.
Today, I was reminded of what I used to do, and I wish I would have never stopped doing it. I wish I would have never stopped expressing those loving sentiments with surprise notes and “just because” letters.
So, today, I will start again. As I sit here at my counter, it is not just my computer screen that is filling with words. I write words of admiration to my husband in my curvy cursive handwriting and I sign my name.
What are things you used to do in your marriage, that you stopped doing as the years passed?
AND, what can you do today, to start again?
Titus 2:4 “And so train the young women to love their husbands and children..”