I scrolled past a video the other day that I can’t even find again. It was a husband and a wife. They had been in some kind of fight. The husband offered an olive branch. The wife took it. There were no theatrics. Just two people who clearly respected each other and clearly loved each other, working through something instead of around it.
It hit me harder than it should have for a video I can’t remember the source of.
That’s the relationship I have with my wife.
I’m not the perfect husband. I am, however, a good husband, and I love her on purpose. But I stick my foot in my mouth more often than I’d like. I don’t always communicate the way she deserves. There are days I get it right and days I don’t, but I am right where I always want to be. With her.
She loves me through all of it.
Twenty-seven years of choosing each other on purpose. Twenty-seven years of olive branches offered and taken. Twenty-seven years of two imperfect people deciding, quietly and daily, that the relationship is worth the work.
Anytime I see a love story, I think of her. She is the other side of mine.
Tonight I’m just grateful.
David Willis 