The Childhood of My Marriage
The other day, my wife and I were in the backyard with Daniela, our 22-month-old daughter, who was playing with a beach ball. My wife ran a few steps beyond her and said, “Come on, Daniela. Run!”
Daniela was a little uncertain at first, but as my wife continued to encourage her, she mustered the energy and began awkwardly waddling towards my wife.
“That’s right, Daniela! Come on,” said my wife, laughing and inching a little further away as my daughter ran to catch up with her.
As I watched Daniela trying to catch up with her, it hit me: it won’t be long before she can easily catch up with us, before she can say the vocabulary words that – for now – sound like a baby trying to speak French.
Hold onto these moments of her childhood, I thought.
But then I looked beyond Daniela and saw my young wife laughing and running around in the backyard and realized that it won’t be long before we get older. Lines will appear on our young faces, running around in the backyard won’t be as easy, and spending time with our daughters will mean talking to them on the phone from college.
As I’ve said before, we have a tendency to let ourselves get nostalgic about our children, showering them with care, while we forget that our spouse is our first love. It’s understandable though; childhood is so short – but so is the childhood of my young marriage.
And just as I’m raising my daughters with great care in this tender time, I want to do the same for my marriage – to fill it with love and get it off to a good start so that one day, it will grow up strong and healthy.