My husband and I have a great relationship. We've evolved from the ripping your clothes off every time you see each other madness to a place where we are both comfortable enough to laugh at ourselves, as well as each other. Don't get me wrong, the passion is still there. But there is something so gratifying in being able to be your complete honest self with someone no matter how silly or crazy you might appear to them.
This is something that has taken me a while to learn. And I have done it kicking and screaming.
See, being lighthearted, especially in a deep committed relationship is not something that comes easy to me. It used to. I used to be that girl. The one who could joke about anything and make fun of herself and feel lighthearted no matter what. But years of darkness finally silenced her. And coming back into the light has not been easy. And to be honest, I'm still learning, struggling, journeying.
The best part of all is that my sweet, beautiful, loving, crazy, obnoxiously lighthearted husband has given me room to grow. He's had his own frustrations along the way, I know. But at the end of the day he will look at me and say "I love you. That's it. I just love you."
And for that, I am grateful.