Why I Love Being Married
I am writing this blog in response to my husband’s comment to my earlier post, Do not be anxious. I’ve been prodding him for the last few days about writing a comment in any of my blogs. Finally yesterday, he wrote a very sweet comment, I was so overwhelmed I told him I don’t know how to answer back. He said it’s alright if I won’t reply to his comment, but I told him I would since if I reply to most of my commentators, then definitely I would answer him back. Still, I couldn’t find the right words to write.
However, words cannot sum up what I wanted to say. I don’t want to be mushy here, but i just wish to vouch that even though we don’t have the perfect marriage, I could say I am contented. Even if we’re not together now, distance is superficial as compared to the knot that binds us one. I might go on and on, ’til I bore everyone, but I reckon all I wanted to say is engulfed to this nice annotation from beliefnet.com. This has been stored in my documents for almost a year now waiting for its due purpose. Why I loved to be married and continuously loving my husband? Here are the reasons why:
