I should start this post by saying I sincerely adore my husband. I loveloveLOVE being married to Shane. He is the man of my dreams, and you may never find a luckier woman than I.
Then what exactly am I posting about?
This post is not about our relationship. It’s about the concept of marriage.
You see, when Shane and I first began dating, I had only recently become comfortable and truly happy about being single. My life had only just begun to unfold in what I felt was a pleasing way for the first time that I can even remember. I was competent and fulfilled all on my own. I felt I could dream and accomplish whatever I wanted.
We fell in love. We were married. Suddenly, I felt my identity had changed.
Who am I as his wife? What kind of a wife am I? How am I different? Why does it feel different? What if I can't do everything a wife is supposed to do?
I told Shane I was contemplating these questions on the phone last week. His response? "Why are you worried about it? Why don't you just be you?"
That was the answer. It doesn't matter if I am the kind of wife who bakes. It doesn't matter if I am the wife who is a clean freak. It doesn't matter if I am the wife who can do everything. It just dang well doesn't matter.
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