Lots of places to go with a title like that, huh?
It has come to my attention (who starts a sentence like that outside of British Parliament?) in the last few days and/or weeks through a bit of
gentle appropriate reminding by my wife that I am failing.
I am failing to create time within our marriage to converse and grow. I am failing to carve out special moments for the two of us to share. And I am failing, mostly, to grasp that our wedded bliss is about something other than my day-to-day happiness.
Not abject failures, but failures nonetheless.
The good news, for me, and for any of you XY’s out there, is that I’m (we’re) close.
10 minutes of turning my phone off and being locked into what my wife is saying here. 15 minutes of shutting the computer down and cooking a quick dinner with her there. Thankfully, I’ve been blessed with a wife whose attention span rivals that of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, so she doesn’t ask for multiple-hour-long blocks. She just wants me, the person she married, to be here, the place we live for short amounts of memorable time together.
Like I said…the little things.