A Tale of One Marriage

I keep thinking about the line "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times" when it comes to my marriage these days. We have moments of such joy and laughter with our two girls and we are possibly on the biggest adventure of our lives and we are in it together. Not to mention, that half of me and half of him made these two beautiful, delightful girls. But we are also stressed out, overwhelmed, irritated and tired. Maybe exhausted would be a better word. And we are in that together. We also have this terrible temptation to drift over into who has done more of what or who has gotten to go out more...trying to somehow show the other up in misery. It wreaks havoc on a marriage and nobody ever wins. My Mom is coming out right after Christmas and I'm desperately hoping we get to go out a couple times. I hope to sit across from my husband, the love of my life (remember when that was just as much a feeling as a statement?), look into his eyes and say, "Oh...there you are. Hello again, it's me."