My husband and I have a beautiful story of how we met and fell in love and eventually- very swiftly, got married.

It’s the kind of story that makes movies.

But I am not going to tell it today.

Because the longer I am married, the more I realize that almost everyone has a beautiful story.

And really what makes a marriage last is not the beginning but the middle.

Almost 6 years and three kids later we are no longer newlyweds.

The honeymoon is over and we are living our lives together.

Most days we don’t really get to talk unless we hire a babysitter or the kids are asleep.

And we are tired. Always tired.

Now, if we were a movie than the song “you’ve lost that loving feeling” might be playing in the background.

I can just see it- us in our bed, me with my m & m’s and a book, and Josh next to me “reading” with sleeping eyes.

If we were a movie than you might get bored watching us. And you might think we have lost something.

My husband wrote a song years ago that plays like a loop in my head.

when morning comes I’ll find you lying next to me

your heart and mine will be together, you and me

I won’t go back to the things that kept me from you

I can’t explain how you want to be mine forever

you took my life turned it around now I won’t ever leave you

don’t you leave me…

oh no I’m never gonna leave you…

oh no I’m never gonna leave you...

 We definitely don’t get as many date nights as we should.

And I definitely don’t take as many trips to Victoria’s as my husband would like.

Honestly, maybe we have lost that loving feeling.

But the feeling is not the story. The feeling is just a movie.

And the problem with a movie is that it always ends right where it should begin.

My husband and I have a beautiful story.

It begins over and over again, each day.

when morning comes I’ll find you lying next to me…

And it ends the same each night.

oh no I’m never gonna leave you…