We’re in the middle of a round of sickness right now, so the past week we have gone through lots of tissues and cough syrup and vicks rub.
Andy and I sit across the room from each other, each with a sniffly child on our laps and we look at each other and smile.
Right now love and marriage doesn’t look like those passionate first few months, but it’s no less beautiful. If anything it’s more meaningful as he stops in for lunch and cancels his afternoon plans because I’m feeling really bad and could use a nap.
I see him in the kitchen carefully mincing onion to try to help the toddler’s earache and running to town for cough drops and humidifiers to help with the coughing at night.
I try to beat him up to take care of children in the night because I know he’s sick himself and can use the sleep.
Right now love looks like mutual giving and sacrificing to help each other. Romance in the mundane and kissing in the kitchen while we dole out medicine.
This is the way love was made to be. In both sickness and health.
