We were at a wedding, sitting at a round table with a few couples we barely knew. The conversation somehow turned into one of those “marriage is work” debates.
People were laughing, sharing horror stories, talking about compromise like it was a battlefield.
Someone asked my husband, “So what’s your take? What’s marriage really like?”
He didn’t even joke about it.
He said, “Marriage is waking up every day and choosing the same person—and being grateful you still get to.”
The table went quiet for a second.
Then he added, “I don’t feel like I settled down. I feel like I leveled up. I married the woman I prayed for.”
I just stared at him like… sir?
In a room full of people treating marriage like survival mode, he spoke about it like it was answered prayer.
And in that moment, I realized—
Loving him is easy.
But being loved like that?
That’s rare. 🤍
I hope I marry a man who's Thoughtful. I don't want flowers on valentine's day because that's what you're "supposed to do". I want flowers on a random Tuesday bcz you thought of me on your way home