It’s April and it’s official The Husband and I lied to each other.
We made a promise that was either way too ambitious with a dash of unrealistic.
Or we just didn’t fight hard enough to keep.
Let me back up. Mid February The Husband and I found ourselves in Fort Lauderdale to celebrate a destination wedding of our good friends. To say that the trip was ah-mazing would be an understatement. I mean picture it: Waterfront views, sunkissed beaches, kidless take our time and actually chew the food delicious meals, warm temps with cool cocktails. Hello, how could it not be anything but amazing?
And the wedding we were honored to be guests of? Breathtaking. I love weddings to begin with. Every single second. The bride did the aisle justice, as grasps were heard as she made her entrance. Her soon-to-be husband you could physically see was taking in her beauty as she walked to join him. Goosebumps, goosebumps people.
As I was sitting there watching my two friends promise a lifetime of happiness I grabbed The Husband’s hand and squeezed tight – as if to say remember? Remember almost eight years ago the same vows we spoke to one another. The same promises we announced to keep for eternity.
Weddings are the ultimate celebrations. To witness two people commit their lives to each other. Their futures together. And for me it’s an opportunity to be Love Preached. It helps reenergize and revitalize the endless commitment and shear madness love I feel for The Husband. Let me tell you it was needed.
Thank all the lucky stars in the world The Husband and I share the same value system. We have had absolutely no soap opera worthy drama in our relationship ever, but on top of our Relationship Improvement List? #1: Make Time For Each Other. Our get-away to Fort Lauderdale was a great way to reconnect and remind ourselves how much flippin fun we have together. We laughed so much, we talked endless hours, we connected. I fell even more in love with the man I married.
On the flight back home we promised that we would make more time for each other. That we would go on dates. Talk on the phone during long work days. Bring romance back. Bring friendship back. Be together more.
WE LIED. Not on purpose. Not because we don’t want.
BUT REGARDLESS, WE LIED.
Life happened as it often does.
I start my work day at 7am. The Husband gets home from work most nights around 8:30 or 9pm. Sometimes I’m already asleep. We both have busy jobs that we usually don’t have time (another lie I suppose we don’t make time) to call or text each other. I suppose if I can find time to check facebook statuses, I have time to call, text, or email The Husband. It seems like when you are in the peak of your profession is also when you are the busiest in your personal life with you lovable family.
We have a in three sports seven year old and an incredibly active energy sucking two year old. It’s a bone weary tired juggling act we have going on.
It works and sometimes I feel like SuperWoman for how well it works, except for one thing – The Husband gets the worse of me. He gets the tired me. He gets the maybe I’ll roll over from my sleep and acknowledge his exist when he gets home late me. On that plane ride home we promised to make time for each other. Good quality time. He’s one of my favorite people of all time ever he deserves me when I’m not tired, or just telling him what needs to be done tomorrow, or what time someone needs to be picked up by. He deserves better.
We promised each other we wouldn’t let ourselves drown in the daily drudgery of life and here we are two months later and I’m pretty sure we carved three measly hours out just for us. So if you excuse me, I think I’ll end this right here and call The Husband at work and schedule a date, because I don’t want to be a liar or fairytale falterer, and gosh darn it I miss him.