it's hard to believe that billy and i will have been married for a year this sunday!
our first year has been faced with personal challenges, family tragedies, and family illnesses. and i am so proud that we can stand hand in hand and look over our shoulders at the past year and say "hey! we did it! we beat you challenging first year!" and i am so happy that we can focus on the year ahead of us, and all of the amazing things we have to look forward to. despite the first year challenges, we were blessed with an amazing wedding, i can now call myself a business OWNER, we were able to purchase and renovate our own beautiful home, we added a new truck to our little family, and now we're blessed with a little one on the way. we have a lot to be thankful for.
there are lots of lovey dovey things i could say about billy and about our relationship, but i can sum up what being married is like with this simple little sock analogy:
you love your husband.
but he doesn't pick up his socks.
first you say "i'm not going to pick up these socks. i'm going to let them sit there until he picks them up!"
....two weeks later, with steam coming out of your ears, you stare at the pile of dirty socks on, around, but not IN the hamper. you angrily collect them and throw them in the hamper.
"i'm going to have a talk with husband about these socks." you say.
"husband, please pick up your socks."
"of course darling" husband replies. he will make more of an effort to pick up his socks.
days pass. more socks on the ground. "but you said you'd pick up your socks!"
"oh yes" he remembers. you stare at him. he does not move towards the socks. the socks laugh at you from the floor. "we are victorious!" cry the socks. "you will not beat me!" you think as your eyes smolder back at them. husband gets distracted and goes to get a snack. you throw the socks in the hamper.
you try many tactics to get husband to pick up his socks. you work very hard to get husband to change his attitude toward the socks. you try bribes "i'll buy you NEW socks!". you try punishment "i refuse to continue washing your socks." husband seems confused. you conclude he must be fearful of the hamper. you find socks hidden everywhere but there.
one day while you're making the bed and straightening up the bathroom, you lean down and pick up husband's dirty socks and throw them in the hamper. you go make coffee and toast. you watch a project runway rerun.
you stop short.
you drop your toast peanut butter side down on your stomach.
could it be?!
you didn't even think twice about picking up the socks!
and you realize, finally, after a year of trying to turn your dear husband into a sock picker upper, that the only thing you have succeeded in changing is your own attitude. without even realizing it. and you don't really mind picking up those dirty socks, do you? it's actually kind of cute the way he tries to hide them under his bedside table.
now, the sweet good wife would have this attitude from the very beginning, most certainly. but the stubborn and inexperienced wife must fight the sock battle the hard way. only to realize that some battles aren't worth fighting.
sometimes it's much easier just to pick up the socks.
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