Experiment

So I haven't been perfect at this. I have been posting pretty consistanly, even if it's just a photo. But I didn't finish the experiment, so now maybe I should start over. Day one today. I'll try again. Say something positive everyday to my husband and record it here. I can do that.

Marraige is like the scripture in Moroni 7:45 on charity:

"And charity suffereth long, and is kind, envieth not, and is not puffed up, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil, and rejoiceth not in iniquity but rejoiceth in the truth, beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, and edureth all things."

That one sentance has all the marraige advice any couple ever needed. If we put our spouse's desires ahead of our own, are kind, are not easily provoked, and think no evil, our marraige will not only survive but thrive. We can have a bit of heaven on earth. That's what a good marraige should be. Where marraiges have failed, these simple principles were not followed. The most common cause I see around me today of failed marraiges is infidelity. One partner was seeking their own, thinking evil, etc. and threw away eternal hapiness for temporary lust. I guess it's partly on my mind because I know of about 4 couples, friends and family, that are ending their marraiges around the same time. It's hard to say that any of them just weren't meant for eachother. It looks, at least from the outside, like things could've worked out much differently and much better if there was a concern for the other on the part of each spouse, that they placed above their own desires. I think it's something that comes naturally when we're dating someone. We've found someone that makes us want to be a better person, we're attracted to them, etc. and we swear our undying love for eachother in between desire-filled kisses. But then we get married, have kids, and start to forget about how we felt then. That's when we have to put forth more effort. There may be days where I don't feel a spontaneous attraction to Taylor- the kids are all fighting, the house is a mess, unfinished conversations hang in the air as chaos reins and it's way past bedtime- but that's when love becomes a verb. Sometimes it's something so small. I remember one time he came home from work, dinner wasn't ready and the kids were being particularty bad and I was feeling particularly harried and he walked in as I was giving the kids the "what-for" in a loud voice. He simply said,"what can I do to help, hon?" That saved the night I tell you. He could've gotten mad at me for yelling at the kids, or because he was really hungry and dinner wasn't ready, but instead he just asked how he could help. I loved him in that moment for those words. We have those choices every day. Do we give in to what's easy and try to get what we want, or do we look at our spouse and think about their needs and what we can do for them? I'm going to try the latter.