I’ve always been a quick learner. I was the kid in elementary school who could read the spelling words through twice and ace the test. Throughout high school and college, I was the student who managed to get high marks without studying for a test. I wrote lengthy papers at the last minute, with no editing or proofreading and pulled an A. I’m not proud of these things – mostly because I did nothing to deserve my good grades. Good memory genes – fluke of nature, gift from God – nothing I can take credit for.
Married life has increased the learning curve for me a little bit. For example, it took me all of 3 years of marriage to learn that “Love” is not a feeling that you fall into. No, Love is a choice. It’s the choice to act kind, loving and intimate all the time – on the days when I like my husband, the days when he’s being romantic, and the days when he remembers to take out the garbage…but even more importantly, it’s choosing to love him on the days when I really don’t like him, when he’s being a doofus, and when he’s eating chips two inches from my ear and I want to punch him in the face through the bag.