Such is Love

Such is Love

It’s no secret that a few years into your marriage, and a couple of tax deductions later, quality time for you and your partner is a lot harder to come by.

When my husband and I were dating, we did spontaneous things like going to the beach for a weekend or spending an entire Saturday tasting wines in the region. These days, that spontaneous time often ends up near the bottom of the priority list. Somewhere between reorganizing the pantry and cleaning the cat’s litter box.

Oh sure, we think about going out. Sometimes we even start to plan it. But when it comes down to the wire, we end up watching a bad Nicholas Cage movie and falling asleep together on the couch by 10:00 p.m.

Such is love.

But sometimes we catch a break. In between diapers, bills, and life, we find a moment. Sometimes we end up downtown on a warm Friday night. Where we walk around for an hour after a nice dinner and some wine. My feet are blistered from not wearing my favorite heels as much as I used. But, I don’t care because they’re great shoes and I’m excited that my 12-day postpartum feet fit into them.

My husband stops to kiss me under the bell tower. Tonight he’s not the guy who forgets to toss the dirty diapers into the trash. He’s not the guy who leaves crumpled paper towels around the house like breadcrumbs—just in case he ever needs to find his way from the living room to the refrigerator. Tonight he’s the guy who held my hand for the very first time on an evening walk through a park, where an owl “hoo hooed” nearby.

On the way back to the car, there’s a man playing acoustic guitar. No one else is dancing, but we both stop to dance. Right there on the sidewalk, because the last time we danced with each other was on our wedding day.

When we arrive home both our babies are sound asleep.

We’re happy to be home because we missed them, even if we were only gone a few hours.

I realize that our relationship doesn’t thrive on honeymoon-like infatuation anymore. Most days there’s less and less time for each other. When so many other things demand our attention it’s easy to get lost in the daily grind.

But as I watch my children’s perfect little faces, and listen to their soft, peaceful breathing I’m reminded that no matter how crazy things are, we’re doing something right when home is such a comfortable place for everyone to be.

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