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Love is a daily journey - not a weekend trip.

Earlier this week a sweet friend sent me a link to Gary Thomas’s blog. Author Tyler Ward was actually a guest blogger and wrote the post I read entitled, Love is a Journey Not a Free-Fall.
Can I just say the timing was Providential.
My husband & I took a short weekend trip to Chicago this past weekend. My oh my it was a great trip! We’re both avid sports fans, so our main purpose in going was to see the Chicago Cubs (My husband’s team) hosts the Atlanta Braves (my team of choice). I have never been to Wrigley. Since Wrigley is celebrating their 100th birthday, I just had a birthday, AND our teams were playing, we thought there was no better time for us to go!   
Ya'll, seeing a game in Wrigley has been on my bucket list a LONG time. How fun to cross something off the list!! Now I have to find something new for that line on the list!
We had this great weekend trip, and it was followed by a fairly bleak beginning to our week. Now, our problems and adjustments are minuscule at best, but let me tell you this article was a great pick me…
My heart was heavy. We had this great weekend trip, but then we returned and were back in this ‘everyday life’ routine. I was swinging between being infuriated and being so hurt. I know there is a unique special-ness in a trip... 
I also know there can be great comfort and a different type of charm in the everyday.
I’m praying to enjoy the everyday more! Even though I am always looking for new ways to bring a little sparkle and excitement to the ‘ho-hum’ routine, I remind myself that love is an everyday journey – not a weekend trip.
I’ve been pondering how Scripture often talks about the Tree of Life and how a tree represents longevity in the Bible. I want our new marriage to grow like that which means enjoying my husband’s desire for routine. 

Husband & Me @ Wrigley!

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