I read through Hubby’s post and heard his heart of remembering our younger days. He isn’t wrong, I just remember things a little different and acknowledge the growth that has come since we each made Jesus our primary relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he remembers things the way he does in this instance because I wasn’t nearly as good at loving him well in the early years.
I have discovered I have some attachment disorder. I don’t like labels but how it showed up in my life when I was younger was a real disconnection from others. It has always been a little scary for me to get close to others, though I have grown a ton over the years. With Hubby, when we were younger, I could hardly touch him unless it was in the bedroom and though I kissed him in front of others, holding hands was really difficult for me. I can actually tell you when it changed, almost to the day. What Hubby recalls is how I make him feel today and for the last several years. I’m grateful I offer those feelings to him today, but it took Jesus to get me there.
The day I recall that changing was a few days after I’d gotten off of life support and been moved to the surgical recovery floor. The day they allowed me to get out of bed for my first shower in weeks, was the day it all changed for me. Hubby was allowed to be the one to help me in the shower instead of a nurse and he wanted to help me. I recall sitting on the shower seat, thinking to myself how much I truly love this man in front of me. He took care of me all the way through the hardest times most people could fathom medically with me. He never put himself ahead of me while I was suffering, even though he was suffering too. He put me first, and I couldn’t recall a time in our marriage when I had put him first. I felt a new kind of love toward him and all I wanted to do was help him to feel that love.
Fast forward to me getting on the other side of the medical trauma we both faced, and being at home or in public, I wanted to hold his hand or touch his leg to let him know I was there and not going anywhere. One of his top love languages is touch, not necessarily sex though he enjoys that to it’s fullest. He simply loves the reminder that he has someone by his side who loves him in spite of himself. And he returns that to me in spades, loving me when I am not fully loveable.
Remembering our lives together in marriage has been interesting. We do not always remember things the same way, but we always remember how much we love one another and remind each other that love doesn’t have an end.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17