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Marriage

Originally written 3/2/26

Marriage is so strange. You marry someone because they make you better. You discover a new version of yourself when you’re with them and it makes you excited. It makes you happy. (At least it should!)

And then a few years down the road, for some reason, they suddenly bring out the worst in you. Maybe they don’t bring it out, but it’s what they are forced to endure. And you have to take a step back and think Why? What has this person done to deserve my worst? 

And it’s probably nothing. Maybe they didn’t have time to help with the chore you wanted to get done. Maybe they got the wrong kind of milk at the grocery store. Maybe they were too tired to make dinner. 

Brendon and I went away for our anniversary this year. We spent just two days in Prescott. We spent the drive up asking deep, reflective questions and talking no without interruptions. We ate delicious food and we spent hours quietly reading a book together. And I was reminded of the version of me tha comes out when it’s just the two of us. When life is easy and comfortable. He encourages my silliness. He goes along with all my plans. He tells me often that he finds me beautiful. 

I don’t think our marriage is perfect in any way. We do get annoyed with each other. We have our days. But we have never call each other names. We never put each other down. We’ve grown up together and we are still growing and it’s a beautiful thing. 

I love you, Brendon. Thanks for alway lifting me up, even when I give you my worst! You are the best!

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