Annual Anniversary Disagreement

It seems as though every year on the week of our anniversary Nate and I get into a large “disagreement.” And this year was so similar to the one we had two years ago, which some of you might remember revolved around a smoothie cup.

This time it was another breakfast item I daily leave on the counter. It would take me ten seconds to put away, yet most mornings I don’t. It also takes him ten seconds to put away.

And on this lovely week where we celebrate twelve years of marital bliss, he brought it up, and I blew up.

I look at it and think, “Give me a break! I do so much. Can’t you overlook this super small thing?”

He looks at it and thinks, “Good grief! I do so much, can’t you do this one small thing?”

And for both of us, it really was a small thing.

And for both of us, it represented a larger thing.

We both feel like we are doing a lot and the other person is not seeing all that we are doing.

And in that space I remember for the thousandth time why marriage is so very hard, and so very sanctifying. To live with another person and see their faults and them see yours and be misunderstood and misunderstand and continue to choose each other. It is HARD.

I hope you know that no-one on instagram has a perfect marriage. There’s a million proverbial things we leave on the counter and argue over. A million things we assume no one else argues over and “there must be something wrong with us!”

My marriage is the absolute best thing I have going in my life right now. Nothing feels stronger or matters more. And after twelve years, we had a familiar argument in a different form. Another opportunity to fight like hell to choose each other ❤️