Job Satisfaction
I've always heard that relationships -- friendships and marriages -- are work. For the most part, that's true. But my marriage is, by far, the easiest "job" I've had. Since Lindsey and I met, everything is effortless, even the few disagreements we've had (that I can count on one hand).
I've always heard that, in every relationship, the "magic" inevitably fades into routine. The kiss goodbye in the morning. The kiss after work. At this stage in our relationship, we should be a boring old married couple wearing matching track suits and searching for trinkets with metal detectors on the beach as we resign ourselves to our weekly dinner out at Luby's. While Lindsey and I kiss each other goodbye when we leave for work, and we kiss each other hello when we come home, the magic is still as vibrant as it was when we started dating. Each time our lips or fingertips touch, there's still that spark and a shared smile. We still flash each other devilish grins when we scheme to surprise each other for a date night, or a dinner, or a little romantic interlude. It's the little things. Sometimes it's the big things. Sometimes it's the things wrapped in bubble wrap and giggles. God, I love this job.
I've always heard that, in every relationship, the "magic" inevitably fades into routine. The kiss goodbye in the morning. The kiss after work. At this stage in our relationship, we should be a boring old married couple wearing matching track suits and searching for trinkets with metal detectors on the beach as we resign ourselves to our weekly dinner out at Luby's. While Lindsey and I kiss each other goodbye when we leave for work, and we kiss each other hello when we come home, the magic is still as vibrant as it was when we started dating. Each time our lips or fingertips touch, there's still that spark and a shared smile. We still flash each other devilish grins when we scheme to surprise each other for a date night, or a dinner, or a little romantic interlude. It's the little things. Sometimes it's the big things. Sometimes it's the things wrapped in bubble wrap and giggles. God, I love this job.