It Isn't That Hard

So I live with this girl.

Her and I, we're pretty different.

She likes Pinterest. I like my Playstation.

She runs half-marathons for fun (because she's that epic). I... Well, I cheer for her, and that's pretty fun.

She's smart - sometimes even smarter than me. But I definitely have a better beard than her.

Also worth noting: we're terrible at taking pictures together.
This one is over two and a half years old.

And you know, with all of the personality between the two of us, you would think that World Wars III and IV would take place in our little apartment.

Truth be told, though, that isn't the case.

I know this flies in the face of everything you may have been taught about marriage or have experienced in your own marriage (or in your parent's), but...

We get along.

We kinda like each other a lot.

And I don't know if we've ever gotten in a knock-down, fight-it-out argument. In fact, I'm pretty sure we haven't.

(Yup. Wife just verified it: no WWE Smackdown has ever happened here.)

Oh. Wait. There is this one thing. Just Google "The Drawbridge Exercise." Herein lies the fiercest divide our household has ever seen. You've been warned.

But you know what? We can disagree. And that's okay, too. We allow that around here. But frankly, we agree about almost everything.

Sure, sure, sure. I can just hear it now:

"You're both wearing rose-colored glasses."

"You haven't been married long enough."

"Just wait until you have kids."

Here's the thing, though. We've been through so many ups and downs together that we've essentially bullet-proofed ourselves from any potential collateral damage of circumstantial turmoil.

We've faced death together. We've wrestled with the reality of having a child. I've been sick to the point of not being able move for long periods of time. We've dealt with family conflict. Church drama. School drama. Friends abandoning us. Loved ones leaving.

We've also savored the more fleeting moments of peace and contentment. Sabbath dinners together. Nighttime prayers. Ridiculous dates. Our times of good health. Road trips. Weddings. Birthday parties. Family get-togethers.

High and low, we stay the same. Our love for each other, though expressed differently in varying circumstances, never changes.

And you know what? It isn't that hard.

We haven't had to fight for our marriage.

We don't have to wrestle with trust issues.

We aren't constantly struggling to give love where there is none.

And this isn't to say that we don't care. We love each other fiercely, with unbridled passion for one another. 

I guess it just comes naturally. And we take no credit for that. We give credit where credit is due: to the source of love himself. It wouldn't be possible without him. And you know, it probably wouldn't be this easy, either. 

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Question: Should marriage be difficult? Why or why not? What are some ways that you've discovered to have an easier, more fulfilling marriage?

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