While folding laundry, I smiled, thinking about how nice it is to be married. At the moment, I couldn’t specify why, but at the top of my head is the experience of having somebody to share the yoke with.
While I am folding all these clothes, I don’t think about what to cook because my husband does that part of the marriage. And who does which is not necessarily dictated by gender norms but more about who is good with what.
I guess that is what’s making me smile at the moment—my husband allowing me to shine in things I am already good at without worrying about missing out on some things (like cooking so I won’t starve) because he already had that covered.
Marriage indeed makes the burden in life lighter because you have your partner to share it with. I’d like to think that my husband and I work like interlocking gears that allow the machine (our marriage) to function effectively.
jessa 