could write about how i'm archiving all of the grief posts onto one page
could write about homemade tortillas
could write about . . .all kinds of things that i'm not really thinking about.
there's such a fine line hanging out there once you choose to dump your life out in front of people
choose honesty
choose real
choose the heartbreaking joy of not faking
there's this line that can be crossed.
it's called the oversharing line.
not everyone needs to know that Hayley had a bad day.
it's unnecessary.
it drags people down.
it's the reason I don't update my status with a Motrin mention when I have a headache.
so hopefully I'm not oversharing when I say that sometimes. . .
in the middle of a very blessed life
and beautiful children
and an incredible man to love me,
I still have really bad days.
sometimes life gets complicated
and decisions have two sides
and truth is grey
and you're not sure if the answers are what you need.
sometimes the fires we have to put out weren't ones that we started.
sometimes
you know.
so when it was one of those days
and I heard this song tonight. . . it stopped me in my i'm right this time, he's wrong tracks.
I had to pass it on because I cannot be the only person in the world who has days when fighting for your marriage is hard.
love isn't something you fall into.
it's learned.
we have the very best Teacher.
and we learn to love. . . because He first loved us.
I need the fear of a love that's lost
I need to stop trying to count the cost
I need to fight on the losing side
And always hold true
I will always stay with you
Til we know the pain of a broken heart
We can't walk through the fires we didn't start
Just hold on to the way it is tonight
And learn to love through the darkness and the light
I'm on your side
I had the fortune of a second chance
I know the reason why we all should dance
I've seen the end and all you have to do
Is always hold true
I will always stay with you
Til we know the pain of a broken heart
We won't walk through the fires we didn't start
Just hold on to the way it is tonight
We can learn to love through the darkness and the light
I'm on your side
Always hold true
I will always stay with you
Til we know the broken heart
We can't walk through the fires we didn't start
Just hold on to the way it is tonight
And learn to love through the darkness and the light
Oh, learn to love
{Needtobreathe, Learn to Love, from the album The Reckoning}
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 14, 2013
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
{eight years}
Eight years together. . .
It's good.
I think of the wild joy and beauty of first love and first kisses and first homes and the way his face looked when I walked down the aisle to spend the rest of my life with him.
I think of the crazy-high expectations of new brides and the sheer inadequacy of humans to meet each others every need.
I think of the glitter {from our car - thanks groomsmen} we tracked everywhere on our honeymoon.
I think of the desire for our love to be perfect . . . for our marriage to be strong.
I remember red roses and a white veil and how much all of that rice hurt my face and my big strong man carrying me out of the church.
I remember my heart feeling like it would burst wide open with joy.
Fast forward eight years. . .
A lot of life has lost the glitter.
The rose colored glasses are definitely put away.
You know each other.
For some, maybe, that's bad.
For us, its so good.
No glitter, just reality.
It's you and me, just liked I dreamed.
Reality is:
four days away to be together.
still loving kicking hotel room doors shut and hanging out the I'm too comfortable to be disturbed, please come back later sign. (Gotta love how different hotels phrase "Don't bother us.")
the freedom and security that comes from years together. . . I don't feel like I have to stay at Best Buy and agonize over the second laptop decision. I can leave. He's still happy. I can also come back an hour later and he still hasn't moved.
that we both love watching nerdy financial corruption documentaries together.
when he says you're beautiful . . . and I'm one month away from having our fourth child.
staying together when life isn't glitter and roses.
I think of how easy it can be to want to throw in the proverbial towel and give up on the commitments that we made and I'm thankful that we haven't.
The reward of being with someone who knows everything about you and still chooses to love is incredible, unique, fantastic. {thrilling}
So glad I married the love of my life!
I love you, Daniel!
It's good.
I think of the wild joy and beauty of first love and first kisses and first homes and the way his face looked when I walked down the aisle to spend the rest of my life with him.
I think of the crazy-high expectations of new brides and the sheer inadequacy of humans to meet each others every need.
I think of the glitter {from our car - thanks groomsmen} we tracked everywhere on our honeymoon.
I think of the desire for our love to be perfect . . . for our marriage to be strong.
I remember red roses and a white veil and how much all of that rice hurt my face and my big strong man carrying me out of the church.
I remember my heart feeling like it would burst wide open with joy.
Fast forward eight years. . .
A lot of life has lost the glitter.
The rose colored glasses are definitely put away.
You know each other.
For some, maybe, that's bad.
For us, its so good.
No glitter, just reality.
It's you and me, just liked I dreamed.
Reality is:
four days away to be together.
still loving kicking hotel room doors shut and hanging out the I'm too comfortable to be disturbed, please come back later sign. (Gotta love how different hotels phrase "Don't bother us.")
the freedom and security that comes from years together. . . I don't feel like I have to stay at Best Buy and agonize over the second laptop decision. I can leave. He's still happy. I can also come back an hour later and he still hasn't moved.
that we both love watching nerdy financial corruption documentaries together.
when he says you're beautiful . . . and I'm one month away from having our fourth child.
staying together when life isn't glitter and roses.
I think of how easy it can be to want to throw in the proverbial towel and give up on the commitments that we made and I'm thankful that we haven't.
The reward of being with someone who knows everything about you and still chooses to love is incredible, unique, fantastic. {thrilling}
So glad I married the love of my life!
I love you, Daniel!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
love isn't always red tissue
I remember our first Valentine's Day.
We were tentatively doing the long distance dating dance across two thousand miles and we aren't poster children for great communication.
My mom elevates the great pink and red holiday to quite an occasion. . . little tissue wrapped gifts at each place during breakfast and of course everyone must wear the appropriate colors.
I'm not really sure Daniel even knew the significance of February 14.
That first year together (and I use that term very loosely) I was away from home, staying for a week as a live-in nanny with a military family that were (and still are) great friends of mine.
I still remember where I was standing in their house when their phone rang.
"It's for you." Janie hisses at me, with a crazy smile on her face. . . "I totally think it's Daniel!"
I stand in stocking feet on the hardwood floor in their dining room, looking out the window at the white fields and brittle branches of winter, then down at the phone in my hand.
"Hello, it's Hayley," I say.
Hey. . . {deep voice} hi. . . yep, it's him.
"Hey! What's going on? Are you at work or at school?" {This was early enough in our relationship that I had no clue what his schedule was, much less whether or not he loved me.}
So it seems that I have botched Valentine's Day pretty bad. . . he continues and my heart flips. (Hello, heart, he is acknowledging the Great Holiday Of Love.)
. . .and it must be kind of a big deal to you, so I feel really bad that I just totally missed it and I just wanted to call you and tell you that you are really special to me. I can't talk long cuz I'm at work but I just wanted you to know that.
I try to calmly wrap up our conversation without saying anything too stupid and when we disconnect Janie and I shriek with endless speculation the rest of the day. I think he loves me. Do you think so? What are your wedding colors again?
I found out later that my future mother-in-law had just happened to call my mom that day and Mom mentioned what the morning had entailed, probably mentioning the cherries on top of the french toast and the flowers Dad had just sent. It didn't take my mother in law long to phone her son at the fire department and clue him in to the cultural differences between our two families.
But that was almost ten years ago and we've enjoyed many fun dates and flowers and chocolates since that awkward phonecall.
Love is so not about the flowers this year.
Right now I battle to know what love means to my husband.
I want to love him the way he needs to be loved.
I don't always know what that looks like.
When your world turns upside down, you change. Your whole outlook changes. You aren't the same person anymore.
In a marriage that's kind of scary.
Who is she, he wonders and who is he, she cries.
Initially most couples cling so tightly to each other. They desperately grasp one thing that they know for certain. . . each other. That frantic clinging lasts for awhile, and in some couples just stays.
Yay for them.
But for us (just being painfully honest, here) . . . the differences in the way we grieve, in the way we process, in the way we view each other and God. . . gave way to confusion and distance. . . pushing each other away so that we wouldn't hurt any more than we were already hurting.
Exhaustion.
Sleeplessness.
Panic.
Physical ache.
Receiving our son's autopsy report.
Oh we aren't madly in love.
Drowning out the pain in work.
Crying in the bathroom at events.
Misunderstanding.
Loneliness.
Missing each other.
Oh how not sweet our marriage is!
God intervened in our marriage in a big way by sending us away, far away and pouring out His love on us in such a safe environment. We realized there, that we needed each other still. . . that neither of us could make it better. But we could hang on and not let go.
I think that's where we are now. . .
We're hanging on and not letting go.
I think of Daniel's tentative phonecall all those years ago. . .
. . . reaching out. . .
. . .showing that little glimmer of kindness and love. . .
. . . and my woman's heart, ever optimistic in matters of love, opens wide to those tentative steps.
What can my tentative step be?
Being a safe place for my man. . .
For once, being strong for him.
Maybe realizing it's not always about me.
What if it's just shutting my mouth?
Maybe telling him that even when life is cold and hard and cruel there's still no one I'd rather walk with than him.
That's a little different than chocolate and hot dates and red tissue wrapped gifts; but it's what love looks like this year.
I'm hanging on, Daniel. . . so glad God gave you to me.
We were tentatively doing the long distance dating dance across two thousand miles and we aren't poster children for great communication.
My mom elevates the great pink and red holiday to quite an occasion. . . little tissue wrapped gifts at each place during breakfast and of course everyone must wear the appropriate colors.
I'm not really sure Daniel even knew the significance of February 14.
That first year together (and I use that term very loosely) I was away from home, staying for a week as a live-in nanny with a military family that were (and still are) great friends of mine.
I still remember where I was standing in their house when their phone rang.
"It's for you." Janie hisses at me, with a crazy smile on her face. . . "I totally think it's Daniel!"
I stand in stocking feet on the hardwood floor in their dining room, looking out the window at the white fields and brittle branches of winter, then down at the phone in my hand.
"Hello, it's Hayley," I say.
Hey. . . {deep voice} hi. . . yep, it's him.
"Hey! What's going on? Are you at work or at school?" {This was early enough in our relationship that I had no clue what his schedule was, much less whether or not he loved me.}
So it seems that I have botched Valentine's Day pretty bad. . . he continues and my heart flips. (Hello, heart, he is acknowledging the Great Holiday Of Love.)
. . .and it must be kind of a big deal to you, so I feel really bad that I just totally missed it and I just wanted to call you and tell you that you are really special to me. I can't talk long cuz I'm at work but I just wanted you to know that.
I try to calmly wrap up our conversation without saying anything too stupid and when we disconnect Janie and I shriek with endless speculation the rest of the day. I think he loves me. Do you think so? What are your wedding colors again?
I found out later that my future mother-in-law had just happened to call my mom that day and Mom mentioned what the morning had entailed, probably mentioning the cherries on top of the french toast and the flowers Dad had just sent. It didn't take my mother in law long to phone her son at the fire department and clue him in to the cultural differences between our two families.
But that was almost ten years ago and we've enjoyed many fun dates and flowers and chocolates since that awkward phonecall.
Love is so not about the flowers this year.
Right now I battle to know what love means to my husband.
I want to love him the way he needs to be loved.
I don't always know what that looks like.
When your world turns upside down, you change. Your whole outlook changes. You aren't the same person anymore.
In a marriage that's kind of scary.
Who is she, he wonders and who is he, she cries.
Initially most couples cling so tightly to each other. They desperately grasp one thing that they know for certain. . . each other. That frantic clinging lasts for awhile, and in some couples just stays.
Yay for them.
But for us (just being painfully honest, here) . . . the differences in the way we grieve, in the way we process, in the way we view each other and God. . . gave way to confusion and distance. . . pushing each other away so that we wouldn't hurt any more than we were already hurting.
Exhaustion.
Sleeplessness.
Panic.
Physical ache.
Receiving our son's autopsy report.
Oh we aren't madly in love.
Drowning out the pain in work.
Crying in the bathroom at events.
Misunderstanding.
Loneliness.
Missing each other.
Oh how not sweet our marriage is!
God intervened in our marriage in a big way by sending us away, far away and pouring out His love on us in such a safe environment. We realized there, that we needed each other still. . . that neither of us could make it better. But we could hang on and not let go.
I think that's where we are now. . .
We're hanging on and not letting go.
I think of Daniel's tentative phonecall all those years ago. . .
. . . reaching out. . .
. . .showing that little glimmer of kindness and love. . .
. . . and my woman's heart, ever optimistic in matters of love, opens wide to those tentative steps.
What can my tentative step be?
Being a safe place for my man. . .
For once, being strong for him.
Maybe realizing it's not always about me.
What if it's just shutting my mouth?
Maybe telling him that even when life is cold and hard and cruel there's still no one I'd rather walk with than him.
That's a little different than chocolate and hot dates and red tissue wrapped gifts; but it's what love looks like this year.
I'm hanging on, Daniel. . . so glad God gave you to me.
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