Love is Mundane

Today marks Adam and I’s two year wedding anniversary. And it’s weird. It feels like it has been a lot longer. Yet, it’s only been two years.

I wish I could share with you some great revelation about marriage or about family. But I don’t have one. I don't have some crazy answer on how to make marriage - or love - work. I don't have some movie-esque lesson for you.

But maybe that is the secret to marriage. Marriage isn’t some passionate over the top moment. Love is mundane.

It’s doing the laundry even when you don’t want to because it needs done. It’s your husband taking the baby when you need an hour to yourself. It’s watching your husband play Call of Duty after the baby goes to bed because that’s what he likes to do. It’s your husband handing you a controller because he knows you don’t mind playing games either. It’s not judging me when I decide I want a poster board with goals written on it in our bedroom.

In all honesty, it's sad that we make love to be like the movies. Who would actually want that? Sure, the huge romantic gestures are nice at times, but they are so unrealistic. No one can plan a dance mob in two hours (ha!). And even if that version of love has a chance to be real, that means your living a roller coaster. One minute, it’s that dang flash mob, and the next is walking away alone and in the rain.

I would rather go through life walking in the rain with someone I adore than have such drastic swings. I would say that is the secret to marriage: finding love in the mundane.

I guess you could say our “honeymoon stage” is over. It’s been over for a while now. But I like it better this way. One of my favorite recent memories of Adam and I is staying up late watching bloopers of Parks and Recreation and trying to muffle our laughs. Another recent favorite is us laying in bed and talking about how I was feeling down the few days previous. Those are the moments where I know our love is more present than ever. And those are the moments I want #1 to remember when she defines love in her own ways.

The mundane is where real love takes place. Don’t let anyone or anything tell you otherwise.