greater things

Marriage is like this.
It's ecstasy and madness and everything in between.
Laughs and tears and sweat, perfume and food in your teeth. It's not the lack of money or the excess of money, but how you spend your money. That is the devilish question. Because it piques all the different ways the two of you take in the world, organize your thoughts, and plan your reaction.

I'm not the kind of person who feels okay spewing my truest thoughts at the expense of someone's feelings. I think it's completely worth it to think thoroughly about what you're trying to get across. Words have weight, and I don't think you can take them back. It's worth it, necessary even, to be one hundred percent honest while also respecting and cherishing the heart of your soulmate.

So you have these heated conversations which cause tunnel vision. But in a while, the heaviness is lifted. You take a walk. You kiss a whole lot. You eat fruit in the park. And you end up cooking chickpea burgers together, with the window open to dusk, while boogying to Fleetwood Mac. How in the world am I blessed enough to go to bed every night feeling profoundly grateful?

Some days feel like a million all in one.
It is such dizzying goodness.