Sometimes I think I’m a pretty strange person. Maybe I don’t even think it … I know it. (In college, a classmate actually asked one of my best friends why she was friends with me.) So, when I think about my husband Tim, I know just how fortunate I am to have not only found someone who gets me, but someone who loves me. Who embraces my particular brand of strange and calls it his. He shakes his head at my childlike sense of humor, accepts my (sometimes extreme) ups and downs, and who’s perfectly happy to just be in the same room with me, perhaps not saying anything at all.
Tim and I have been together 9 years, and while it seems like ‘forever,’ it also seems like just yesterday, we were kids. That’s life and love, I guess! There are so many who can’t imagine settling down at a young age, but I can’t believe I got to meet my future husband when I was seventeen. We truly have grown up together, and I’m sure growing old together will bring just as much adventure. Even with how much we’ve changed over this time, there’s still a glimmer of those kids in us, I think. We’re still crazy in love. And we’ve added a third member to our family.
We knew parenthood would change our lives. That first week Maile was home … I think Tim and I can agree, looking back, we weren’t exactly sure what we were in for. But we did it. We made a great team. One night he sat on the floor with me, commiserating, as I literally bawled over spilled breast milk. I would snap at him, walking around looking generally miserable, and still he’d say, “It’s okay, love. You’re doing a great job.” Some things about parenthood have gotten easier; some haven’t. We’re still a team.
Maile had some health issues early on, and once we started figuring things out, and made sure that she was getting the care she needed, we realized we needed to start making time for ourselves again. We found a wonderful babysitter, scheduled date nights out, and attempted to do some date nights in, too (which usually ended with him snoring on the couch, me trying not to nod off, and eventually shaking him awake enough to stumble up to our bed). I still look forward to our date nights. One night, each week that he’s home, that I might actually put on a pair of heels, and enjoy a glass of wine with dinner.
Because of an inevitable work slowdown, we haven’t been able to enjoy those date nights out for a few months, but work is picking back up again, and I’m kind of taking in that we get to date once more. Yes, we’re ‘all grown up’ and married. We have a daughter. But I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to never stop dating your spouse. Ever. And so, even if it’s just dinner and a movie. A few hours without our beautiful girl. I’m so looking forward to dating my husband again.
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