Love is the Color Orange
Do you know what this is? Love.
“No, no,” you say, “this is a too-orange room, with cheap inexpensive vinyl flooring.”
Oh, no. This room speaks of the kind of love I share with Ted. The kind of love that loves my favorite color because he loves me. The kind that works side by side. It’s a product of hours of labor, occurring almost exclusively between the hours of 9pm and 5am – which almost guarantees bickering, giddiness, and a less than perfect paint job!
We worked all last week on it. Taking on this project together reminded me how much I love working with Ted. I love the satisfaction of our very different personalities and approaches getting into a rhythm. I love the small talk. I love accomplishing together. It reminds me how patient he is, and how much we have to talk about. It makes me so glad he’s mine. And I’m his.
Sometime in the middle of the week I read this and this, too (from what is quite possibly my most favorite blog to read) which only inspired my thinking on the gift & mystery of marriage further. It’s not that we don’t have our problems and mis-communication at times, but this week reminded me of a few of the many reasons we choose in, and still are. So this Fourth of July, I’m celebrating Valentine’s Day instead too. And changing the color from red to orange. Happy holidays!
p.s. When we’re done with the laundry/mudroom (hopefully soon!) I’ll put up some before & after pictures – we just put the washer & dryer in and are waiting on the shelves & counter top to finish the project.
