(photo from my wedding courtesy of Jeffery Lewis Bennet)
Last week was pretty rough. Between my husband working from 11am to 11pm all week and our son being sick, we had an unexpected death. A really good friend of my husband had suddenly passed away at the young age of 27.
Way too often life can become a monotonous routine. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Go to bed. Sometimes it comes too naturally for me to nit-pick the little things.
“Carl, you looked like you slept in that, you should change your shirt.” “How hard would it be to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket?”
And then today, I look through our wedding album to find a photo for this post and see the photo of us relaxing on the sofa.
Just the two of us.
The first time I ever saw that face I knew right then and there I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
It’s so easy to get wrapped up in the everyday and let the little things grind you down. I learned the hard way last week that they don’t really matter.
Life is short and beautiful. Finding someone to spend it with is a gift.
xo – Kristin
OH, MARTHA! 