Once upon a time, there was a boy…and there was a girl. The boy pursued the girl. The girl, being awestruck with his wit and charm, fell quickly for the boy. Over time, they fell in love and became husband and wife. Their love and attraction for each other grew very strong. But just how strong was their marriage? Every relationship comes with baggage. Was their love strong enough to help each other unpack?
Time went by. The boy pleased her with spontaneous smiles, encouraging words and small tokens of love. She, in turn, packed his lunch with his favorite foods along with special notes, only for his eyes to read. She even went hunting with him, so she could be his number one cheerleader. Yes, they were happily married.
Little did they know that life would not always be so blissful, calm, and “easy going.”
One day, while traveling…the two began to argue. The boy, still concentrating on the road as well as trying to win the argument, said something very hurtful to the girl. Silently, she cried. Everything was quiet. The boy thought he had won. Notice, I said “thought” he had won.
Foolish as he was, the boy couldn’t let it go. He had to open his mouth and say one more thing. The girl was no longer crying and the silence would soon be broken.
The girl started thinking about one of his most irritating, annoying mannerisms. His pen! That annoying, obnoxious, aggravating pen! Everywhere he was, the pen was always close by. When he misplaced it, (which was all the time) she would hear the echoing words, “Have you seen my pen?” She never understood his obsession with a pen but today was not the day to even try. So, in her temporary state of madness, she quickly snatched that thin, golden pen from his right shirt pocket. Before he knew what had happened, the pen flew from her fingertips and kissed the wind. Her silence had been broken! His pen was gone!
Thirty-one years had gone by…and that same boy and girl had found themselves driving down a somewhat, similar road. Of course, they were much older and way more experienced in matters of love and marriage. Right? Wrong!
The boy had experienced a rough day at work. The girl found herself a little, correction… a lot on the tired side. They began talking about their day’s events. The longer they talked, the more irritated the boy became. The girl noticed his tone had changed and so she asked, “Are you grouchy?”
In a matter-of-fact voice, he replied, “No, not at all!”
But within mere moments, the boy’s attitude was very uncooperative. The girl expressed, “You seem to be very argumentative. If you’re trying to get an argument from me, it won’t work…because I am too tired.”
The boy, with a condescending smile began to explain, “I’m not wanting to argue, and by the way, the word is argumentive, not argumentative!” Yes, the girl was tired. But she was not too tired to win an argument, especially with a boy who was misspelling a word (which rarely happened).
So, the girl began to spell the word for him.
Of course, the boy disagreed and said, “Google it. You’ll see I’m right.”
And, so she did. She Googled it.
The letters appeared before his eyes as if it was the first time he had ever seen the word.
The boy’s condescending smile quickly turned sheepish. The boy continued to drive.
The girl held his hand, and smiled within.
Two more years have passed. The boy still pursues the girl. The girl is still awestruck with his wit and charm. Together, they raised their two children and became grandparents. There have been many roads and many arguments within their thirty-three years of marriage. In time, she replaced his thin, gold pen and he learned how to correctly spell the word ‘argumentative.’
Regardless of where their baggage came from and no matter how many bumpy roads they traveled, their suitcases never became so full that they couldn’t close the lid. Sometimes the boy carried her load and sometimes she carried his. All relationships come with baggage. The goal is to find someone who loves you enough to help you unpack.