Since its Valentine's Day, I've decided to get all sappy on you. I've been married almost 10 years to the love of my life. This handsome guy.
I see these young couples dating and getting married and although I am no pro, I feel like 10 years of marriage has taught me a thing or two about love. The good, the bad and the ugly. I was 20 when we got married. Jarrod, 25. We dated 3 months, engaged for 6 months and were married almost a year after we met. Life has been life. We had the honeymoon stage and the newlywed stage. We've been madly in love and madly out of love.
But one thing I've learned, love is a choice.
Its not a feeling. Its not butterflies. Its not candy and flowers. Its not even what I thought love was when I walked down the aisle and said "I do." Sure, all those things are involved in love but sometimes love is fighting. Sometimes its yelling. And sometimes its walking out. But at the end of the day, love is nurturing love. Its growing love, its watering love, and its making love bloom. Its waking up in the morning and making a decision to stay married. Its standing beside your husband as he makes tough choices. Its moving cross country to go somewhere you have no desire to go. Its sacrifices. And its kisses and hugs. Its date nights and getaway weekends. Its friends with benefits.
Yes, love is work. Love is hard. But love is wonderful. And I hope 50, 60, 70 years down the road, I will have finally perfected love. :-)