Four years ago today I stood on the sidewalk outside of the downtown convention center on a cold rainy day huddled under an umbrella. When the Silver SUV pulled up to the hotel parking lot next door I peered through the rain and paused for a second before dashing over to the car and getting in. Hello's were exchanged and then we decided where to go for dinner. Two weeks prior my friend gave him my number and texted me a pic she took with her cell phone so this was not only our first date but our first time ever meeting each other. Afterward, I was asked how the date went. I shrugged my shoulders. It was fun. I don't know. He made me laugh and he was cute but I was highly independent and skeptical. We'll see. Four years later that man in the silver SUV is my husband and we are settling into married life. We are adapting to each others quirks. Learning of our strengths and weaknesses together and as individuals is an ongoing process. The so called "honeymoon phase" of dating is different then married life. It's the natural progression of a relationship and I embrace it just as I took delight in those early getting to know you dates.
Four years later there are moments when I can't believe that he loves me. I mean, I know he does it's just that some days I don't feel so lovable. There are days when I come home from work and an exhausting work out at the gym. I am tired. The day has been long and I am agitated for no reason at all. I walk in and see his wonderful face without really seeing it. I am so caught up in my need to get in the house and begin my nightly ritual that gets me unwound and ready for bed within the next few hours. I have had zero time to myself all day and with the night half over I know I won't be getting very much before bedtime. I am distracted and annoyed that there aren't more hours in the day. My husband asks me if I will cut up the strawberries and I give him the look. Are you kidding me? I just got home and I still have yesterday's laundry to fold. In that moment I don't like myself. I love my husband more then anything but I am just too tired and sore to be bothered with Strawberries. Cooking under the best of circumstances is a chore for me. Martha Stewart I am not and I have yet to unlock my Joy of Cooking so if the way to a man's heart is only through his stomach I'm in big trouble. Sometimes I feel so undeserving. I am the wicked witch of the west and he has a heart of gold. I wish that I had the wherewithal to be anything and everything he needs me to be at all times and at the same time I know that it's not possible. I am hopelessly flawed but I really do want to be better then I am. He makes me want to be better but that is an ever evolving work in progress and I have to realize that better isn't likely to ever be perfection. I look at him and hope against hope that this wonderful love we have will survive my flaws because to not have him would be worse then anything else I could ever imagine.
At the end of the night when we cuddle together on the couch and watch a bit of TV before bed. Not only do I see his wonderful face but I feel it resting on my cheek. I am struck once again by just how lucky I am. I have this wonderful person by my side. I don't have to walk through this world alone. He loves me when I don't even like myself. He forgives me for my mistakes and has shown me so much love and compassion even when I am critical and selfish. When I refuse to cut strawberries or I ask him two five times too many to do something. This realization renews my resolve to be better and do better so that I can be the best wife that I can be...flaws and all.
"Flaws and All" by Beyonce
I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
[Chorus]
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
And that's why I love you [3x]
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I mean.
[Chorus]
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
and that's why I love you [3x]
[Repeat Chorus]
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
[Chorus]
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
And that's why I love you [3x]
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I mean.
[Chorus]
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
and that's why I love you [3x]
[Repeat Chorus]