Happy Married Days

Sometimes we have those cloudless days of close-to-absolute happiness. I don’t know if it has to do with the warm spring weather and blossoming trees, or maybe those are fortunate for love days from the astrological point of view, or maybe our acts of goodness (and more importantly acts of patience) granted us enough good karma to enjoy these days of peace. The reasons could be beyond my understanding – all I know is these moments do happen, and we are both so gentle, and agreeable, and patient (not the usual forced kind of patience though), and effortlessly forgiving. We are almost in love like in those early days when love was such a source of novelty, surprise and endless bliss; back then we viewed every other aspect of life through a thin layer of love we shared, love was omnipresent.

So these peaceful days create a noticeable contrast to the busy, even mindless life we have, as well as to the dark days that occur in our relationship now and then. And it’s probably the contrast that makes you more appreciative of these rare moments of shared happiness, which takes you to a different level than plain old everyday content. You relax with your words and actions. You are calmer and kinder. And you are definitely more confident, because at least temporarily you can put to rest all that doubt and self-questioning, but feel desired and very attractive for a change.

Some can exclaim - what the hack is she talking about? That’s what a normal marriage should be like. Every day. But it is not for me. Mine is a crazy roller coaster. I acknowledge when we hit the bottom so it would only be fair to acknowledge when we reach the top. And try to prolong our stay there. It will be of great help to guide us though the time when we are going down instead of up. So when the serene days are over and the usual problems creep in, memories will last long enough to remind us that we are not together for nothing. And for that I am sincerely grateful.