My husband and I are firstborns. If you know anything about birth order, I can stop right there. If you aren't familiar with this concept, just know that both of us are convinced of our rightness in any given situation and compromise is a foreign addition to our vocabulary.
It makes marriage challenging and often messy.
I marvel that we are still together after 23 years of marriage. I must admit to times of fantasizing of living life apart; thinking it would make my life so much simpler and peaceful.
But occasionally, I catch a glimpse of the reason I stay married this man.
We were putting our girl to bed. As is our usual custom, we/she read a story from her Children's Bible. The story was about Jesus walking on water. We were imagining how He did that. That sparked a scientific conversation about water striders and surface tension.
As he expounded, I realized in a flash--this man has so much knowledge. Knowledge that has long since leaked out of my brain.
Later, I was lying in bed and my reading was accompanied by the sounds of Hubby playing the piano and singing.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized that, while I may be a very capable woman, I am not the end all, be all.
And there is no reason why I should try.
My husband adds so much to my life. Sometimes, so much more than I ask.
But. He completes me.