“I love you,” he called as he walked out the door. I didn’t respond, frustrated over his forgetfulness. It doesn’t matter what he forgot, the point was, he had forgotten multiple things I had asked him to follow-up on. Things we both agreed were important. And I had to remind him and remind him again.
Growing up I had all sorts of ideas about how life would be when I was “old” (aka over 30). I’d have at least five kids who would all be adorably dressed and the picture of perfection. My husband would be a handsome military man or member of New Kids on the Block, and meet my every need and desire.
Now that I’m old (as in multiple years over 30), I can look back at that dream bubble and laugh. Most of the time, life doesn’t turn out like you imagine when you’re 13. And most of the time, that’s for the best. Sorry, Donnie.Real life is so much harder but so much better than fantasy.Click To Tweet
As I heard my husband’s truck pull away from our house this morning, I immediately felt remorse. We always say goodbye with “I love you.” We just do. But today I didn’t. Not because I don’t love him, because I do very much, but because I was temporarily fixated on my displeasure.
Although my guy isn’t serving his country in the armed forces or part of a 90s boy band, he’s a really good man. He works hard for our family and is a hands-on dad, generous with his time, love and affection. But he isn’t perfect. Sometimes he messes up, and rarely can he meet my every need or desire.
And while his imperfections can sometimes be cause for great consternation – and sometimes straight up anger – when I think about all he does and all he puts up with (I mean, I’m awesome but I do have my own faults), I am thankful for him and his love for me.
It’s tempting to focus on the shortcomings of the ones we love, areas where they just don’t measure up to an ideal: a mom who’s always late or a friend who promises to call but forgets, a husband who is easily distracted or an overly messy child. And let’s not even get into all the areas where I fall short. That’s where love comes in.
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8 (NIV)
This is where it gets so much better than fantasy: Love. Love isn’t about perfection or being just right. It’s about caring for someone in spite of, or even because of, their imperfections. It’s looking at the ones we love and saying, I know you and I choose you.
While I’d still appreciate it if my husband made an extra effort to follow-through on our conversations (pretty please), ultimately, I’m just happy to call him mine.
And now it’s time to send a text: Sorry. Love you honey!Love covers over a multitude of sins and imperfections.Click To Tweet