Nate sent all of us girls flowers on Valentines. He sent the girls flowers to their schools. They both walked in the door, from school, with big grins on their faces. Literally the sweetest thing he has done in thirteen years of marriage. Even topping last year when he ordered me chocolates from the chocolate place we went to on our honeymoon for our anniversary, which made me cry like a baby. I don't talk about this a lot or ever on social media but about seven years ago I almost threw in the towel. I knew if I stayed married I would never be happy. (We just couldn't get along.) My sister read me an article from BYU that said couples that were on the verge of the big D, that stayed married reported that ten years later they were happy. I clung to that hope. I told her I can wait ten years. I could wait ten years if I knew I would be happy eventually. I spent a lot of time on my knees over the years. I have spent a lot of time clinging to the scriptures. I have spent time fasting and at the temple. I testify miracles happen, people change. Things that feel broken can be mended. There is a lot of happiness to be had ahead. I catch my breath sometimes as I look into my boys faces and think they wouldn't exist, our beautiful family in our beautiful, tiny, country, crooked home wouldn't exist. My beautiful life and those beautiful flowers on that table is a testimony that He Lives and that the Atonement heals and that marriages can be rescued and repaired. I could praise His name forever.
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