The Possibilities Are Endless
Preparing my body for parenthood is the best thing that’s ever happened to me aside, of course, to falling in love with the man of my dreams, becoming his wife and building our future together. Surprisingly, giving up my beloved wine is actually loads easier than I originally anticipated. Yayah! Cooking up a mini Clark for my husband will be worth every moment I’ll ever endure. Bonus: he’s going to be such a great father!!
I pray he harbors the same amount of confidence in both himself and I, as we secure the foundation of our marriage and family. I witness on a regular basis, since our fairy tale wedding, the amount of energy and intention he puts into our relationship that I’d previously only been afforded a glimpse of over the years. It’s beyond motivating and assuring, it makes me fall in love with him all over again, every single day.
Perfection Is A Myth
Not all days are made of pure gold, but it takes those moments for the opportunity to apply the aforementioned intention to the imperfections in our lives. Aside from that, it’s also humbling! It forces me to step back and view a broader perspective and literally makes me want to be the best version of myself, for my husband.
Like the book The 7 Rings of Marriage speaks of, my marriage is not about me. It’s about my husband. As his marriage is about me. And that is what makes us, Team Us. The one and only. That takes courage and selflessness which not only makes me a better wife, but also a better friend, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, teacher, peer, acquaintance…
Being a wife to my husband feels very different to me than the years spent as his partner. It generates a purpose for my life that I never imagined and provides more meaning into every detail of my life, from daily chores, tasks and errands, to life long goals and checking items off that bucket list. Taking on the roll of wifey makes me appreciate more of the small things because they fill the tank that fuels the longevity of our commitment. I more easily recognizing the substance that maintains the relationships of others, as well as wares down my patience for the amount of mockery society prefers to place on the institution of marriage.
Understanding that marriage means different things to different people, and being okay with that, is much like religion. It helps me focus on what I want out of marriage and what I want to put into it, and contrariwise, what I don’t. Because marriage is not a joke. Marriage isn’t a game. It’s a sport. With rules, boundaries, leaders, teamwork, consequences, injuries, sacrifices, training, determination, healing, camaraderie, practice, and loads and loads of goals. And of course, a mascot, supportive fans and an unconditional love for the sport!
Welcome to my documented journey, freshie wifey, motherhood minded, health and fitness conscious way of life.
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