Divine Intervention

I have been writing this post for a few days now, and still don't feel like it's quite right, but not sure how else to put emotions/feelings into words. As a psychologist once said, "Emotions are something you feel, there are not always words for them." So, bare with me.

We have been married for a little over two years now (about 25 months to be exact), and we still love one another more than when we first met. The Brad Paisley song Then comes to mind when I think about this. Our families and friends acknowledge this, and have even asked how we maintain overall happiness with such hectic schedules. Our response is usually the sugar coated answer, "When it's right, you know." Most people accept this and move on; however, a few have inquired further.

Personally, I truly believe that God wants us to be together. Really, it was a fluke and a stretch that I ended up attending the college where we met. An even bigger fluke that he was behind me in line to sign up for a bank account (I still remember waiting with my parents, turning around, seeing him, and thinking 'college will be good.' Even though I did not say anything to him, and he barely remembers this). We were friends throughout that year and my boyfriend at the time accused us of having feelings for one another...at the time we both just thought that we would never be more than friends, ever. We started dating at the end of the year, and it was so right from the moment we first held hands. A friend even told me, "I saw the two of you and it's like he's a totally different Mr. H and your a different Mrs. H. But, it's a good thing. A really good thing." I cannot deny divine intervention when I think about moments like those. That is why we say when it's right, you know.

My relationship with Mr. Happily-ever-after has brought me closer with God because through this relationship I have seen the closest thing to the perfect love that He (God) has for me. I could go on about his habits that get on my last nerve, there are plenty of those. And, I know that I do my fair share of bothering him. But no matter how mad we get at one another, it never lasts long. And it's not even anger, disappointment most of the time. Anger arises because I do not always express my disappointment in the best ways.

This has been a lot of babbling, I know, but these feelings are important to get out for others who are looking. And this is so not where I thought this post was going when I first started writing.