A second son

Brian and I have been married a year and a half now. I loved the first year of marriage! But in the last few months, we settled in even deeper. It's the hole you wear into a bed, where it contours to your body and your own way of sleeping. The covers you pull around your shoulders and just sink into. The gentle exhale that releases with it all the tension in your shoulders. It's the book you read every year; the spine so broken in that it flops open to your favorite part.  It's hard to imagine a deeper level of intimacy and comfort in our relationship, but I am reminded that we are still at the beginning of this journey. I can't imagine being married for twenty, thirty or even fifty years...

It's taken a lot of getting-over-myself to get here. It's iron sharpening iron, and there have been hard moments of having to consider him first and let go things I seem to desperately want.  I am reminded that we are at the beginning of this too. And somehow these two things--the deep comfort and the sacred giving-up--are intertwined. I'm looking forward to all of it. The breaking in.