A dear friend posted about “Cozy Family Traditions.”  Her thoughts reminded me of my own dreams of marriage and coziness, all the traditions I hoped to establish in my happily ever after.

My dream: To spend the quiet part of every evening listening to my husband read aloud to me and my children.

My reality: Spending the quiet part of every evening watching an episode of M*A*S*H.

What happened?  I married a man for whom reading can be physically painful, and to whom a book is not relaxing in the slightest.  I have obsessed over, worried about, and thought through this dilemma ever since I began to fully grasp how he felt.  And only now have I come up with a solution: There IS no dilemma.  We can create our own family tradition, and that doesn’t mean adopting my childhood dreams.  That means forging together as a couple, becoming one as we create a home…together.

So we have established a new tradition: He reads a chapter aloud for me, and then I snuggle up to my sweet man and watch something with him, and we both fall asleep, together and happy.  Isn’t marriage a beautiful thing?

One thought on “Coziness

  1. [I have copied and pasted comments left prior to the 2014 blog transfer.]

    “Sounds like a good compromise. :) I did not know it hurts Wayne to read??”
    Comment by Alicia — March 22, 2010 @ 4:02 pm

    “Only if he reads too long; it just bothers his eyes too much.”
    Comment by Audrey — March 23, 2010 @ 8:24 pm

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