The past eighteen months have been hard for me. Hard physically. Hard mentally. Hard emotionally. Hard on my marriage.
Yet never once did my husband give up on me.
He’s always there. Always. During good times and hard times.
He doesn’t have to be there; he chooses to be there. Because he chooses to love me. Even when it’s hard.
This morning I arrived at my husband’s workplace for a meeting. He met me at the building’s front door with a beautiful, joy-filled smile on his face. I asked why he was smiling.
“I’m glad to see you,” was his answer. I guess I looked like I didn’t believe him. A moment later he sweetly added, “I think I need to smile at you more often.”
I thought, “Yes. Yes, you do. I’d like that. I need that.”
I also realized I need to smile at him more often. Even when life is hard.
After 36 years of marriage it’s easy to take each other for granted. It’s easy to stop smiling, to stop being excited to see each other. But to keep a strong marriage we must keep working at it and keep choosing to smile at each other.
I need to appreciate his presence in my life. His stability. His consistency. His strength.
I’m grateful for this man in my life. I will smile at him more. I will. He needs that. He deserves that.