I wrapped my arms around the widowed husband in an embrace, holding back tears as I recalled hugging them both on their wedding day just two short years before. He looked at me and said, “I’d give anything to go back and have just 10 more seconds with her.”
We know that life is short. But in the midst of dirty dishes, mounds of laundry, and endless errands, we begin to forget the specialness of the mundane.
The seconds trickle into minutes and months of sameness, and we forget why we got married in the first place.
We mutter about how he forgot to take out the trash again or how she forgot to pack lunch again. These little annoyances pile high until they become as menancing as Mt Everest. Who can scale such a summit day after day?
We need grace. We need perspective.
And we’re not the only ones.[Read the rest of The 10-Second Way to Love Your Spouse More at For the Family.org]