Perfict

As I glared at my husband, Jennifer snickered a little.

"What?!?" I spat, focusing my attempts at homicide by intense ocular concentration on her.

"Nothing, it's just nice to see that your "perfect" marriage isn't."

I was somewhat taken aback. Apparently Jeremy and I had given off the impression that ours was a blissful and harmonious existence.

It wasn't then, it isn't now.

No, this is not a bitter diatribe.

One of the things I have always tried to do was keep our personal life just that: personal. There is no reason to share with anybody.

The second thing I have always tried to do is never speak poorly of my husband to anybody. Except God, of course. And usually I am not gripping when I do. Usually. And after talking to Him, I usually feel better, since, really, He is the only one who can remind me of all the great things because He sees the situation perfectly.

I have had times when I have just wanted to throw in the towel, give up, stop trying, kick the bucket, give it the heave-ho, dance on its grave...

But without fail, when I do, Jeremy says just the right thing, using all sorts of combos of three word sentences:

"I love you"

"I am sorry"

"You want chocolate?"

"Wanna bite me?"

I usually respond like a feral cat for the first while, and then eventually domesticate my feelings.

Hard times seem so horrible to me, because I think to myself, "Sheesh! We've been going at this relationship for how long?? We should SO be past this by now..." I guess when you reach for the stars, anything less seems like a failure.

I guess that is why God puts mountains so close to the sky, so that we have somewhere to rest until we are ready to jump again.