Lysa: Honey, I think we should get our pictures taken while we're here on vacation.
Art: Really? Good thing we brought our camera.
Lysa: No, I mean, there is a photographer here that you can have take some pictures for you.
Art: (Silently thinking what unnecessary torture this will surely be but at the same time wanting to make his wife happy.) Okay.
Lysa: This is going to be fun!
Art: (I'm going to sweat to death.) Un-hunh.
Before I got married, I prayed that we would always feel in love.
I now realize what a naive prayer that was. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. But the ooshy gooshy feelings aren't always there. They get tangled up and sometimes tossed aside in the pressures of everyday life.
That's where our love becomes a choice. A choice to step outside selfish perceptions, on going frustrations, the self-centered right to be right and make the choice to love even when our feelings beg us not to.
During the past 17 years, there have been times where we made the choice to hang on when our love was but the tiniest of threads. Other times our love seemed so strong it was inconceivable it should ever unravel.
Most days, our love has been a choice to get up everyday and retie the knots that bind us.The beautiful thing about making the choice to love, is the feelings often catch up rushing in taking us by surprise.
He still takes my breath away.
Somehow the photographer caught those feelings and bottled them up in the pictures he took.
Love, like taking pictures, is a glorious choice indeed.
Art: Really? Good thing we brought our camera.
Lysa: No, I mean, there is a photographer here that you can have take some pictures for you.
Art: (Silently thinking what unnecessary torture this will surely be but at the same time wanting to make his wife happy.) Okay.
Lysa: This is going to be fun!
Art: (I'm going to sweat to death.) Un-hunh.
Before I got married, I prayed that we would always feel in love.
I now realize what a naive prayer that was. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. But the ooshy gooshy feelings aren't always there. They get tangled up and sometimes tossed aside in the pressures of everyday life.
That's where our love becomes a choice. A choice to step outside selfish perceptions, on going frustrations, the self-centered right to be right and make the choice to love even when our feelings beg us not to.
During the past 17 years, there have been times where we made the choice to hang on when our love was but the tiniest of threads. Other times our love seemed so strong it was inconceivable it should ever unravel.
Most days, our love has been a choice to get up everyday and retie the knots that bind us.The beautiful thing about making the choice to love, is the feelings often catch up rushing in taking us by surprise.
He still takes my breath away.
Somehow the photographer caught those feelings and bottled them up in the pictures he took.
Love, like taking pictures, is a glorious choice indeed.
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