Unconditionally

I can’t remember when I stopped trying to change you.  Stopped trying to get you to commit to plans days in advance.  Stopped trying to slow you down.  Stopped trying to get you to fall asleep when I did.  Stopped trying to make you into someone you’re not, someone more like me.

I can’t remember when it happened.

Maybe it was when the weekends became more the less they went according to plan. When I realized that no one dies if the agenda isn’t met.  And whose agenda is it, in the end, anyway?

Maybe it was when I discovered that, if something is important, all I have to do is put it on the calendar and tell you it’s important, and you’ll be there.

Maybe it was when I started budgeting for your speeding tickets instead of expecting you to drive the cars you build for a living any differently than how you build them to drive.

Maybe it was when I discovered that vacations spent racing from one experience to another pack a lifetime’s worth of memories into a few short days, enough to last until we take the next one.

And maybe it’s happened as I’ve searched hotels on the way to hotels, paying for rooms moments before we walk into the lobbies.  I know you will find me a place to lay my head. After all, no hotel can be any worse than the frozen front seat of the old Chevy pickup at 11,000 feet or the garden level room with bars on the window, just down the street from the LA airport. And even if we find one, we will have rested and readied for another day’s adventures together.

Maybe it was when I found the sweet spot in the crook of your arm where you’ll let me fall asleep watching our favorite shows, knowing full well that you will have to re-watch them–at least parts of them–again tomorrow.

Maybe I stopped trying to change you the moment I realized that if I did, if I was successful at making you more like me, you wouldn’t be you.  And I love you.

The truth is, you change me.  You make me better for this world, for our girl, for this life.   All without even trying. slice of life challenge


With a taste of an earlier piece about sleeping tangled in the weeds, today’s post is a tribute to a 22-year-old love story on the 13th anniversary of our “I do’s.”  It is also the 13th installment of the 2017 Slice of Life Challenge, which is being celebrated in its tenth year, hosted by Two Writing Teachers.

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. mkrueger says:

    This is beautifully written! Something I have never thought about, but so true. In previous relationships, I always wanted them to change. Now, I’m happy with who he is. Love this appreciation!

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  2. jsementelli says:

    This made me CRY! I find myself getting aggravated at the times he doesn’t commit to plans, makes last minute reservations to a place we needed to book weeks in advance, falling asleep 3 hours after me….seriously this hit me right in the heart. And in the end mine is the same as yours…he makes my world so much better and makes me better. We have so many adventures and so many wonderful memories and I know he will always be there for me when its important. Thank you so much for this slice of your life, as I can totally and completely relate and I needed to hear this lovely piece. Thank you.

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    1. Morgan says:

      Thank you for connecting and sharing so candidly. I’m glad I could speak to your heart.

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  3. This is beautiful!!! Thank you so much for sharing this slice of your relationship with us! So beautiful!

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  4. Writing is such a tribute to love – as good as engraving on one’s heart I think.

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  5. This post is a statement about respect, love and commitment to marriage vows!

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  6. Loftspeaker1 says:

    Loved this post!! We need to treasure our spouses and make sure that they know it.
    I invite you to my blog for married couples. http://www.loftforum.wordpress.com
    I hope you’ll stop by.😀

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