I'm learning to talk again too.
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was mad and I needed to tell someone. Before, my roommates would be waiting at the door to hear about my day and the ups and downs. They would even have a few stories of their own to share in response. I knew what was coming with girls. I had that pre-marriage life down. But now I don't have that anymore. Luckily when I get on a estrogen overload, my new other half can see through my irrational thoughts. We are building the kind of person that help each other and don't settle for just consolidation in hard times. And now I'm learning to talk, and talking feels so much better.
It has never been my strong suit to follow. After waiting 2 years you learn a sense of independence. I can do things by myself. I am the only one that can do this job the best way. But I am learning quickly that I can't, and I don't have to. After I fall over and over again, I realize that I can't do everything by myself. Then comes the saving grace of my husband. He picks up the load and lets me rest from my burdens. I have to let go of the doubt that my independence is screaming at me. He can handle my load.
We are learning and growing together. We are becoming one.
Love,
The Littlefield's
Love,
The Littlefield's
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