Marriage is about compromise

In our house, my husband converted from being a Pirates fan to being a Reds fan.  The Pirates had been bad for so long, my husband lived in southwest Ohio, and I like to think that my zealous love and enthusiasm for my favorite team made it impossible for him to think about rooting for anyone else.  I became a Steelers fan.  I wasn't a Bengals fan anyway, and a year after our marriage the Steelers drafted Roethlisberger from my alma mater...easy to become a Steelers fan.  When people ask, we always joke that it happened this way because marriage is about compromise.

In all seriousness though, marriage truly is about compromise.  This week, I'd been missing spending Easter with my own side of the family.  We haven't done so in three years, and I miss being able to do so.  Easter has almost always been with the in-laws.  My family is not religious and my in-laws very much are, so it makes more sense that way.  And I also think about the sacrifices my husband has made.  It's been six years since he has been able to be with his parents on Christmas Day.  We had asked them to come to our house for a couple of years but the last year they didn't seem to really want to be there, and by then my mom's family was beginning to gather again along with my brother-in-law's deteriorating health, and it just made more sense for us to travel there.  However, my husband has always insisted in agreement with me, that our children wake up in their own beds on Christmas morning.  I am so very grateful that we've done that each and every year.

I am so grateful for my husband, and for this life we have together!