When you grow up in a vitriolic home, peace becomes an obsession. It didn’t take long for me to learn that the quickest path to peace came through silence, so that’s the posture I most often assumed. I thought peace meant the absence of conflict, but if that was true then why did I still feel so anxious?
There’s nothing overtly sexy about this season of marriage. With spit-up covering your clothes, dishes piled high, and dark circles around your eyes, it’s no wonder why fairytales don’t cover this chapter in the love story. There is no plot here, just the daily grind of mundane love. This is where love finds its roots.