There's an awesome thunderstorm here tonight. During a similar storm this July, my husband suggested we sit outside and watch it roll in. I was pleasantly surprised by his spontaneity and thoughtful desire to spend time together. We sat around our patio table as we watched the dark clouds grow closer. As the storm progressed, we were both getting drenched, and my husband looked at me with his mischievous grin and said, "I thought it'd be more lightning and less rain." I oh so wittily replied, "are you referring to the storm or our marriage?" We both had a good laugh.
Marriage seems to be one momentous battle after another for us. We thought it'd be more exciting, more awe-inspiring, more passionate. Instead, it has often felt like getting pelted sideways by gusts of rain. Despite this, we are committed. We are determined. And thanks in large part to the living faith of so many women in this online community, I can see the beauty in the storm. And now, instead of drawing any more tired/cheesy parallels, I'll leave you with the song stuck in my head today. <3.