Love is Magical

Love is hard. Love is a commitment. Love is magical.

I’m not talking about the kind of magic you’ve seen in the Disney movies when the fairy godmother helped turn Cinderella into a princess. I’m talking about real magic that you can feel deep in your heart when you know that you have found the one with whom your soul loves.

God is who I have to thank for bringing me the most amazing man, Curt. We had mutual friends on Facebook so I figured, why not. I sent him a friend request and before I knew it we were planning our first date. His suggestion was “hey let’s go fishing”! I of course agreed fishing would be a lovely first date but in the back of my head I was thinking “oh lord, not another redneck”.

I was born and raised on the southwest side of Atlanta so normal first dates consisted of movies, dinner, maybe even bowling but nope fishing is what he chose. There were barely any dirt roads in the town I grew up in. Although I hate to admit it, we had a blast. I just wasn’t in the frame of mind to commit so we parted ways.

Low and behold several months passed and we came back into each other’s lives and never left. We began dating in September, engaged in October and married by November. Sounds completely nuts, right? Every single one of our friends and families were like “nooooo!”, but we loved each other and didn’t listen, thank God!

He has completely changed me but not in the bad way that you may be thinking. He has taught me patience and has shown me how to forgive others and to just overall be kind to others. He has made me clean up my act and get rid of bad habits. The craziest part, I changed FOR him not BECAUSE of him.

He enjoys being outdoors and getting dirty while I enjoy being tucked away in my craft room working on my latest painting, scrapbook, novel, etc. He is also extremely OCD to the point that we argue over the simplest of things when it comes to cleaning the house. However, I wouldn’t change it for anything.

A year-and-a-half ago you would have never caught me fishing on a river bank at midnight or waking up at 4 in the morning to go sit in a deer stand. You also wouldn’t have seen me waking up at 7:30 in the morning just to clean and mop the kitchen, vacuum the entire house or wash clothes before my day even starts. That just has never been my cup of tea. I love him and I want to share in his joy even if it means I lose my beloved sleep.

The first year of marriage has taught me that in order to love someone you have to be accepting of their hobbies and interest, you must choose to forgive and forget and to never give up on your spouse.

Curt always asks me if whatever we are arguing about is going to matter in 10 years? Most of the time it won’t matter so just live in the moment and cherish your marriage. Stop arguing and learn to love like you did when you first got together. It makes your life so much easier.