On Sunday at church our Relief Society meeting was about marriage. After reading a beautiful story about a couple married for over 50 years the teacher asked if we had ever been strengthened by a trial in marriage. Thinking about how our struggle to have children has brought us closer together, I wanted to share. Thinking that I normally can pull together coherent comment, I raised me hand. Unfortunately Sunday was not a regular day, I was in the middle of an infertility-drug-induced-hormone -roller-coaster and it was the day before my anniversary.
I started to say that Lonnie is not a romantic man. He doesn't bring me flowers, he doesn't make plan romantic plans for our anniversary, without much insistence, etc... Then I just started blubbering and crying which I believe by most was interpreted as meaning that I was sad that I wasn't married to a Don Juan. Or that I was sad that Lonnie didn't have another honeymoon trip planned for our anniversary. I kept talking but I can't really even remember what I was saying, blah, blah, blah.....
What I wanted to say is that more important and more essential to our marriage, Lonnie is my strength when I am weak. He is my shield from pain and my defender from my own self deprecation. When it really counts Lonnie is always the perfect husband.
If I want flowers, I can buy them myself. But after two years of being married to Lonnie I am a kinder, more considerate, more confidant person.
Two years ago Lonnie and I were married in Manti, Utah. It was a breezy and beautiful day. People often say that their wedding day was the best day of their life. I can't really say that, not that the day wasn't amazing. We were surrounded by family and friends and everything went as planned. To be honest I was in a daze most of the day. I was so happy and giddy to be married to Lonnie that I floated through the whole day. But it wasn't the happiest day of my life. The happiest days of my life have been every day since then.
I can't imagine being happier, more fulfilled, better appreciated, more respected or more loved than I am with Lonnie. As a 30-year-old getting married I had expected more of an adjustment to marriage. But some days I can't remember life without Lonnie at my side, building my confidence, filling my spirit and strengthening my heart.
-Alisa
I loved reading about your incoherent blubbering during Relief Society. :>) I just wanted to comment on your comment: "But after two years of being married to Lonnie I am a kinder, more considerate... person." I have always thought of you as one of the kindest and most considerate people I know--and I've thought this since we first met back in '96. It's nice to know that a great marriage just makes a great person even better.
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ReplyDeleteJust in case there was a concern....
When I got home late from work on Monday night (our anniversary), Lonnie had a candle light dinner ready. The table was set, music was playing softly in the background, candles were burning and a wonderful dinner was on the table. To top it all off, Lonnie was even wearing a suit (which I love and he doesn't really enjoy).
Yes, I had told him that I wanted him to make me dinner, but me pulled it off all on his own.
I love this man!
Congrats on 2 years of happy marriage. I remember people saying, "You'll love him more in a year (2 years, etc.) than you do today." I believed it, but didn't really comprehend it, but, boy, is it true!!! Life just gets better and better--even with all the typical ups and downs!
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ReplyDeleteI just read your comments about Relief Society and your sweet Lonnie. I too am crying, filled with joy and compassion for my two kids. You both were meant to be together. Lonnie and you were sent by Heavenly Father to be with each other. I know someday your prayers will be answered to have children. I can't imagine what pain you hold in your heart, but know you are loved, cherished, and adored by your mom and dad. When I see you two together I just feel joy in my heart because you both bring out the best i each other.
Love, Mom