We are in the old t-shirt stage of love. It’s so comfortable, gently broken in, and a little worn around the edges.
Once upon a time it was new and fresh but over the years it has stretched, softened and molded into a perfect fit.
There aren’t often stories written or movies made about this type of love but nevertheless it is a beautiful place to be.
It’s a season of survival. Raising children, building careers, maintaining a household and shuttling kids to activities. It’s a season of smiling at each other as we pass in the hallway one carrying a baby and the other ordering a pizza. It’s a season of counting down the minutes to bedtime so we can finish the conversation we started at lunch. It’s scheduling a night out and then deciding we’d rather just stay in.
It’s a love story that has taken years to build. There has been laughter, tears, joy, heartache, fighting, making up but never giving up. We have been in the valleys and on the mountaintops. We have prayed big prayers and dreamed big dreams. Sometimes it feels like we’ve been on this journey forever and sometimes it feels as though we’ve only just begun.
It’s the old t-shirt stage of love. And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.