It may sound really cheesy but I still get so kilig whenever I come home to my husband or he comes home to me, depending on who's home first. I love making discoveries about him, no matter how small, like how he chooses what to wear in the morning or how he likes his coffee made. I love waking up next to him and have little top-of-the-morning chats... or late-night, don't-go-to-sleep-yet-talk-to-me-first conversations about anything or everything. I love our little debates over what to watch on tv or our little fantasy-filled discussions about the future. I love being with him, all the time- and whenever we part, I look forward to when I'm seeing him next, even if it's just 6 or 10 hours later.
I don't know if this is just all part of the honeymoon stage, but I soooo wish it will never end. I had some recent run-ins with people carrying marriage problems on their shoulders and wonder if they ever had these little honeymoon-stage moments of glee. And if they did, did these moments just stop, or is it due to the stress of marriage's everyday hassles or the seemingly inevitable distance created when children come along? What possibly happened to take them from where Dennis and I are now to a co-habitation filled with errands, issues and problems?
Sometimes I think marriage is like a sterling silver bracelet from Tiffany's (which incidentally was Dennis' surprise gift for me). Sterling silver may dull after some time, and this is due to everyday wear. Inevitably, dirt or libag (hehe) or residue from sweat, perfume, pollution, etc envelop the silver, causing it to dull and lose its shine. But all it needs to go back to its original pristine state is the alertness and attention you pay to it - to realize when the wear is already affecting its brilliance and shine - and the discipline (and sometimes humility) to make the effort to polish the silver, to make the true shine come out. Obviously, if you never take the time to pay attention and make the effort, there will come a time when you realize you're just wearing a piece of dirt-ridden and libag-heavy metal on your wrist, and you can no longer see the beauty of what once made your heart go pitter-patter.
May this blog post serve as a reminder to me to always remember to take the time out to "polish our silver". It's okay to deal with life's everyday problems - someone's got to- and it's okay to prioritize your children on an ongoing basis, because they need you more. But make the effort to "do the polish".. and do it often. As with cleaning anything in the house, the more regularly you do it, the easier it is to wipe off the grime :)
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