by Lisa Jordan
At the end of this month, my husband and I will celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary. We’ve never done anything elaborate to celebrate except for our 25th anniversary when we renewed our wedding vows. Usually, our celebrations revolve around dinner and maybe a movie.
This year, my husband suggested we go away for the weekend. Totally onboard with that idea, I asked where he wanted to go. He said, “How about salmon fishing?” I responded, “Sure!”
|My husband's latest brown trout.|
Well, here’s the thing. My husband loves fishing. He’s an avid outdoorsman, particularly fishing. He’s also a professional fly tyer, so he loves fly fishing. And if he’s able to go salmon fishing, all the better.
Me? Well, not a huge fan. I dislike fish. The smell makes me gag. I don’t have very much fishing savvy. The fish see me coming and breathe a sigh of relief because they know I'm no threat to their demise. In fact, my hubby laughs when I stuff my pockets with paper towels and hand sanitizer so, in the off chance I catch a fish, I won’t have to touch it with my bare hands. Gross.
But I do love my husband. So very much.
Through the years, he’s done many things that I’ve really enjoyed and he hasn’t, but he’s done them anyway. If he wants to float a line, I’ll slip into my hip waders and cast my rod with the best of them...or at least, pretend I know what I’m doing.
You see, that’s what being married for twenty-seven years is all about—compromise. Any relationship worth savoring is about give and take. It’s about making decisions as a team with an open mind and being willing to make sacrifices for one another.
Even though I’m not so crazy about fishing, I love spending time with my husband. Seeing his happiness on the water fills me with joy, especially when he shares stories about his childhood or when we reminisce about past fishing excursions with our two sons, like the time when our youngest hooked Hubby in the back of the knee with a fishing hook, and I had to take him to the ER to get it out. Where we live, we bask in the beauty of the kaleidoscope of autumn colors. So, with the tranquil waters flowing around us, the sounds of nature serenading us, we will spend quality time with each other sharing an experience that will create a permanent memory. Because love is about compromise.
What about you? How have you compromised with a loved one? How did you end up being blessed by doing something you may not have wanted to?