thoughts on marriage

I have learned a lot about marriage over the past 327 days and what it's like when we have both have good and bad days. There are days when he comes home from work bursting at the seams with ideas about how to improve his clinic or become a better manager. It is in these moments that I know countless hours of research will begin and I can tell he truly loves what he does. There are days when I come home beaming from a morning spent in a classroom full of little ones. Where I'm bursting at the seams to tell him all of the cute things they said or the milestones they made when they finally understood a new concept I had been trying to teach them for a while now. An excitement that spills over into my thoughts about hopefully having my own classroom filled with little ones in just a short year from now. And when there are days when only one of us feels this happy, the day definitely doesn't end that way. We find that we both end up incredibly happy after hearing the others' accomplishments and joy because there is nothing better than seeing the other one succeed.

But there are other days that aren't so good. Days where we both come home with heavy hearts feeling completely exhausted and stretched beyond our limits. He will vent about work while I listen. I'll be in tears from the stress of school and he just holds me until I stop crying. And while happy days are my most wonderful days, the bad days are the ones where I feel the most love. A measure of love that is beyond my comprehension. It is my hope that everyone in this world feels a love like that whether it be from a parent to a child or with a best friend or in your spouse.

I am truly thankful to have found someone who loves me in my worst moments. Someone who desperately does everything he can for me when I am sick. Someone who even thinks my "ponytail and sweats look" is my most beautiful. Someone like Nic.