This thing called love

I know the picture's a little fuzzy, it was the best I could find.

We've been married over thirteen years.

It has not always been easy.

We haven't always been happy to see each other at the end of the day.

We have disagreements.

We even have fights!

We kiss every night.

We tell each other we love each other whenever we leave, go to bed, or get off the phone.

We love each other.

I would be lost with out him.

In this world of constant upheaval he is my rock.

How many other women and men have said the same thing about their spouse?

How many of those same men and women are separated?

Divorced?

Unhappy?

It makes us realize that this thing called love is fragile, it needs a LOT of work.

We work every day to keep our kids safe, to keep food on the table, a roof over our heads.

We think of these things and make conscious choices.

Our marriages need just as much work, if not more.

We need to serve the one you love every day, the one you pledged to share your life and eternity with.