My husband and I
just celebrated 40 years together! From this vantage point, it seems like it
flew by in a wink. It's not until I chat with younger people about their
marriages that I remember the adjustments and lessons we had to go through to
get to where we are now.
A non-negotiable
commitment is the first thing you need to last the decades. Yes, we pledge our
vows in marital bliss on our wedding day- till death do us part, in sickness
and in health, for richer or poorer... and it feels like the wind is in our
sails and it can't get any better than this! The wedding is the pinnacle of
months of preparation, making plans together, dreaming of the future together,
sacrificing and anticipating together.
Then reality sets
in. All the dreams of what I thought married life would be like were so
different than what I was experiencing. Those feelings of working together
planning our little nest, imagining never being apart again were replaced with
him going to work every day! Gone. All. Day. Then coming home tired and wanting
space and not ready for my onslaught of conversation and my urgent need to
connect. Rapture was replaced by rejection. I had to swallow my disappointment
and remember who I used to be before the flurry of wedding planning, honeymoon
fun and nest building.
Who was I? Why did
I feel so incomplete now? Then I remembered that before all this I was a
complete person with a deep and sustaining love for God. That primary
relationship with Him was vital, alive and satisfying. So, what happened? My
focus had changed, and I had forgotten that my first love was still there. That
revelation changed everything for me (and my sweet husband who was relieved I
was willing to take my claws out and quit sucking the life out of him). I
realized that Jesus is my ultimate knight in shining armor. My worth, my
happiness, my eternity is tied up with him. My husband is my companion in life.
Together we are better and more fully equipped to do what we are meant to do
for the glory of God.
When I deliberately
gave my husband space, found out what his idea of a peaceful home looked like,
I adjusted my behavior. I made an effort to discover the things that really
made him happy and tried to do those things. A lot. He appreciates a clean,
tidy house and a delicious meal when he gets home. I was raised by wolves and
scarcely had a clue what all that meant. But I made the effort and learned to
discipline myself. I learned to put things away, to keep the laundry done and
put away, to cook the things he likes, to make the bed every day. Simple things
that really only take a few minutes a day but things that mean so much to him.
And he did the same. He wanted to show his appreciation for my efforts by doing
the things that made me happy. Making coffee in the morning, taking care of all
the bills, fanning my flames of creativity. It became a cycle of trying to
out-bless each other. Not a bad cycle! Our biggest arguments are about who is
luckiest, him or me.
Another big choice
in our marriage was to realize each other’s strengths and weaknesses and choose
to accept that some things are not going to change. I will always see the big
picture and he will always see the details. I will always have piles, he will
always have files. I write about happy marriages and he will balance the
checkbook.
We are both
independent, busy and creative people. That's how God made us. But we are
actually so much better together. His gift of providing frees me up to pour
myself into what I need to do. When we were raising our kids, I was able to
stay home with them and be their primary teacher and role model. Not everyone
can do that, but how grateful I am for that. We lived very close-to-the-bone
and I learned to be frugal. The kids wore hand-me-downs, we scrimped and saved
for every little thing. We checked out toys from the children's home society,
went to the park and the library and spent very little money so I could be
home. He rode his bike to work so I could have the car. It was a sacrifice, but
we are both so glad we were able to literally train our teenagers before they
were five, and it paid off big.
Because he loves
and trusts me, my husband gives me a long leash. He's a homebody, a morning
person, a news-watcher. I want to see the world, stay up till 2 am with
projects, talk to people, produce plays and murals and plan trips to paint.
Yes, we are opposites in many ways. But we've learned to make it work for us. I
go on mission trips and art getaways and he stays home and remodels the
kitchen. Win-Win! And the best part of going away is coming home again to my
favorite person.
Laughing together,
finding common interests, keeping commitments together... these things are what
last after the kids are grown and gone. We like playing games and watching
movies and taking walks. We like having dinner together (which is a dying
tradition these days!) We like going to church together, hosting people in our
home, and visiting our kids. Things have changed through the years as we and
our circumstances have changed. We love and trust each other and enjoy being
together but are okay being apart for a season too. There's a great security
after so many years together. We can forgive the flabby bodies, thinning hair
and wrinkles because we both have them now. And it's nice to have someone to
grow old with.