We've been married for ten years and not once did my husband gave me flowers on Valentine's Day nor on any other occasions— just now.
My husband keeps on asking me if I will write a blog post about our 10th year wedding anniversary and I said yes– just to shut him up. It has been three days since we started our countdown to our 11th wedding anniversary and I still haven't blog about our 10th!
Seven years.. There's still a lot more to experience as a married couple as most people say but I feel like we've been through a lot already. Our first to third year of marriage was pure bliss—we had our three children and we were together most of the time since we work in the same location. Everything seemed to fall into places. Fourth to sixth year was the toughest. It was a rollercoaster ride that at the end we almost gave up.
But God made His own way to make things better for us. He made our godmother, my best friend, my sisters and brothers in law as instruments to help us see things from a positive view. And when it seemed like we were too stubborn to listen, He made another move and that's it. It was a hard pat on our back especially on hubby.
And here we are—celebrating our 7th year of togetherness.
I personally believe that a married couple would know how strong their relationship is not just through the good times they've shared but on how they managed to stay together despite of trials and tough times. In seven years, I can literally say that we've been through hell and back but as of this moment, when we looked back at our dark times, hubby and I would hold hands and would tell each other that if we let each other go during those days, then we would never be this strong. That strong pat on the back made wonders to our marriage.
There will still be small fights and misunderstandings but it will be different this time. There could be no other factors that could make it worst and it will still be the two of us who will handle things maturely. In the end—we forget and we forgive.. Our hearts are at peace and we vowed to count many more years to come..
He sleeps even with the noise of our three kids- our children normally wake up ahead of us especially on weekends but the minute I sense that they want to leave our room to watch television in the living room or are already jumping/playing on our bed, I get up and my day would start. He on the other hand, would still be lingering in Neverland, despite of our kids' noise.
He could watch television no matter how chaotic our kids are- he is so good in ignoring noises created by our kids whether they are playing or fighting while I almost lost my voice in telling them to keep their noises down.
He easily gives in to our kids' whim especially when he's busy- while I would often make a bargain first with our kids just so they can have ice cream or be able to watch another movie in DVD, he would say yes immediately. His reason– to avoid anymore argument.. ugh!
He doesn't care if our laundry piles up- yes, we have a fully automatic washing machine which according to him, should not cause me any problem when it comes to doing the laundry. So when he feels like changing his shirt, he would do so. Same goes for my kids. My concern is that albeit the ease of washing our clothes, I consider the weather and our clothes' hanging space that's why I hate it when our laundry piles up.
He falls asleep easily– in just a few minutes, he would be snoring! No matter what the situation is. And he would say that his sleep is not deep and that he is actually awake! Duh!
He often say "just a minute"- he can make things wait be it a household chore or something that I ask him to do prompting myself to do it instead.
Others may look at these things as imperfections on the part of my husband– perhaps. Silly habits– but as I see and analyze these, it simply shows how he smoothly handle our family especially our kids. While me as a wife and mom, often stressed myself just to make things more organized and peaceful around our house, my husband plays it cool. And I guess that what makes me a little envious of him.
If I could only take things easy..
If only I could also ignore those noises..
If only I could just don't care about our laundry piling up..
If only I could fall asleep that easy..