Can I confess that I’m coming to you pretty brainfried? Yep, it’s true. Since February first, I’ve written one novella — thirty thousand words — and one eighty-four-thousand word novel.
I’ve been staying up until almost two AM for the last month and a half because I’ve got three kids to homeschool. A husband who’s a pastor. A home. A life.
So things have fallen by the wayside, I’m sad to say. Meals haven’t been anything to write home about. And this house needs a bit of a cleaning. The family, though? I try not to let that go, although I will really enjoy seeing my kids and husband more.
Hopefully they’ll remember me.
What does any of this have to do with love?
Well, I’m glad you asked.
The book I’m just finishing, Homestands, is about a divorced couple who gets back together. Yes, I know — I just gave the ending away. But it’s a romance novel, so that’s okay. Anyway, these two were high school sweethearts who got married right out of school. Eighteen and on their own, and he’s a baseball player who turns, rather quickly, into a baseball star.
Their marriage doesn’t last very long.
So the story is about how these two people, six years after their divorce, are reunited and come back to each other. How God works in them and changes them. How He makes the love they have at the end far better than it was before.
As I wrote this story, I was amazed at how harsh my heroine was to the hero. Over and over. Yes, she’d been hurt, but she wanted to hurt him back. I had to keep toning her down, making her change her ways. I had to make her likable.
And the hero — he chose to love her, despite how she sometimes made him mad. How she rubbed his past in his face and hurt him. He was determined to win her back. To love her. No, to love her better than he had before.
And here I am, writing this book while dinner is, umm, late again. While I’m doing laundry late in the week because I’ve been writing every spare moment. While my husband has worked from home so I could leave the house and write.
My husband has loved me.
Now, I’m not saying that I’ve been mean to him. Our marriage is a good one, thankfully. But he’s stepped in when I needed him, when it really didn’t do anything good for him. And as I lived through my characters’ growth, as I watched their love for each other bloom into something better, it struck me how true that was in my own life.
Older love is better love.
That’s what I’ve appreciated these past few months. Oh, sure, there’s nothing quite like young love. That’s its own kind of special. But when love ages and weathers storms, when that person who said “I do” to you is still there, when every aspect of those wedding vows has been tested…
That’s a pretty special, deep love.
And sometimes I forget that.
I think that’s what I’m taking from Homestands, that a love that withstands hurts and wrongs is a love to be treasured. That a love that’s gone through pain and difficulty is a love to be celebrated. That I need to make sure I thank my husband for the steady, selfless way he loves me, not because I’m afraid I’ll lose that love, but because he deserves to be loved back. And I’m going to make sure I do that today.
Well, tomorrow. Because it’s 1:30 in the morning right now, and, yeah, he’s asleep. So…
How about you? Any thoughts to add on how love has grown in your relationship? How do you thank your man for that less flashy, very steady love?
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