Please someone tell me about how having children enriched your relationship with your husband or wife. I'd love to hear your stories.
Welcome to the mad world of parenthood. I use to have a head of jet block hair, now greying, and hair all over, now receding due to pulling my hair out by the roots.
Oh, the fun, oh the joy. One of the two of you is going to find out that one of the two of you is a selfish brat. Both of you will think the other person is not doing anything at all and sits around all day doing nothing.
When the baby first arrives you might, provided your not too exhausted, look on it with loving eyes. That wont last long. Then you will be up all night, or so it will seem, walking the floor with a crying baby. You will discover that your previous expertise at everything baby and child amounts to nothing and that you know 5/4th about nil. Then you decide it would be "nice" to have another one. About this time you admit to yourself that maybe this baby idea wasn't such a good one after all!
That's not how it need to be. But for many that's how it is. Stories? That is the one you will create. It is not mine.
Children don't come with a manual. We write it is as we go.
Relationship? That also is one that we create between being used as a baby waste control department.
That's the bad bit. Actually, by now most will have gone off to read another thread and decided I am a total idiot who should be let loose near a key board.
How did my wonderful dear wife and I create a wonderful relationship and have children? The second part I have no need to answer. The first part, we made time for each other. We actively looked for ways to please the other. We actively participated in the others interests, even if they did seem boring. We went out to restaurants, still do, no matter how young the children were. We told each other, still do, what an absolutely brilliant partner the other person is. Not to make them feel good, but because they are. We did silly things with each other, even when the children were in the same room. We wanted each other, still do, no matter how tired and cranky we were. We sort to make each other happy no matter that we might be so tired. We told each other, in words and deeds, how we felt about the other person. We overlooked things not done and the mess and the harsh words. Last, we "saw" our partner as the perfect person Christ created them and treated them according.
I have written this in the past tense. But it is still true right now.