by Tara Pringle Jefferson
My husband and I went to a wedding this past weekend, and it was one of the most romantic spectacles I have ever witnessed. As the groom serenaded the bride as she walked down the aisle, all the couples in attendance clutched their significant others just a little tighter, with a little more purpose. Seeing the love between the bride and groom made me giddy again, made me feel like I did on my wedding day.
I had to admit it had been awhile since I felt like the blushing bride, all wide-eyed and anxious for the best days of her life to commence. Lately, we’ve got the tenor of a well-oiled machine. Doing everything we know how to be a strong unit, but without the daily caresses and kisses that accompany most new relationships.
Weddings are always one of my favorite dates because as I look at the soon-to-be-married couple, I can clearly remember how it felt to stand there and pledge to love, honor, obey and protect my love. I can clearly remember how much it filled my heart to hear my husband say during his vows: “I get excited when I think about the future and all the potential and the possibilities that we have together. Being and standing strong together with love and God on our side, we can and will conquer all. With God all things are possible and I know that he made you just for me. ” I can remember the calm washing over me as the pastor proclaimed us husband and wife and I gave my husband the biggest, widest smile I had ever given, so wide that my cheeks hurt. It was perfect.
When you’ve been together a while, it’s easy for what was once extraordinary to become ho-hum. I remember at the beginning of our relationship, my heart would leap and the butterflies would stir when I heard him walk through the door. Now, I only know he’s home because the kids beat him in the house first.
I remember when we would be driving together and he would reach over, grab my hand and kiss it ever so softly. Again, I had butterflies when he did that. Now when we drive together, it’s mostly spent taking turns talking to the kids in the backseat.
But I always try to remember what it’s like to that blushing bride, who wanted nothing more than to be Mrs. Jefferson. I try to remember the times when I would marvel at how wonderful he was, and ask God how on earth did I deserve such a great guy. I try to keep those butterflies, the little flutters that shake you up and make you feel special whenever your spouse is around. I love that feeling. I hope it never goes away.
BMWK family, tell me. How do you keep the butterflies going? How do you keep the heat and excitement going in your marriage?
Tara Pringle Jefferson is a freelance writer living in Ohio with her husband and two children. Visit her blog, www.theyoungmommylife.com, to read more of her observations about life, motherhood and love.
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