This post comes to you from the OR waiting room. My hubby had a tonsilectomy today, and I’m anxiously waiting to be reunited with him. It’s only been an hour and a half, but it’s been more than enough time to think about our relationship, and of course one thousand and one what-if scenarios because it is surgery and I am an anxious person.
We’ve had our fair share of break-ups over the course of our 13.5 year relationship, including one 2.5 years ago when we literally walked hand in hand into the courthouse to get divorced. How we got there doesn’t matter so much now. We were both at fault, but that day, a day before our fifth wedding anniversary we chose each other – again. That day I promised God and myself that I would choose my husband everyday because after we didn’t get divorced I realized how much we had to lose. I can’t explain the relief I felt when I collapsed into his arms that day, but I know that was the best feeling. It doesn’t matter what kind of day we’ve had or how stressful life might be, I always look forward to getting home to him now, every day.
I would have argued a few years ago that no relationship could be this great but ours is now. God has worked wonders in our marriage because we finally allowed him to. I’m so thankful for God’s work but also for my husband who’s in recovery now and who I can’t imagine not spending life with.