Real intimacy is in the mess

My husband is a rockstar.

In June we will have been married for 19 years. I’m not sure how that is even possible. I mean some days I feel like I’m still 25 (and others I feel 80).

In the first few years of our marriage I struggled with some health issues that literally knocked me out. I had to sleep for chunks of the day, I would get these debilitating migraines that at times lasted a few days, and in the process I gained close to 30 pounds. I was uncomfortable, unhappy, and frustrated.

I remember thinking “I am not the person he married. This is not fair to him.”

And yet, he took care of me, loved me, and was there every step of the way as we figured out together what was wrong, how to cope, and navigate life together.

I think there were times when he was scared watching me go through it, and had his own frustrations as well.

But really… isn’t that life? The ups and downs and in sickness and health?

That is true intimacy.

It is not just about the sex and human touch, but about how we cope in the hardest of moments. Through death, grief, health issues, money, and of course all the fun parts in between — the mess of it all.

If we could only stop these Hollywood pictures of what our life should look like and just live in the moment of what is happening right now. Then maybe things would all be easier.

What do you think? Are you looking for the perfect picture, or are you willing to work through the hard moments, the tough decisions, and enjoy the mess around you?

We cannot be complacent

Just this...