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Sometimes marriage is making lemon bars for your person.

I’m not a lemon bar person. If I’m gonna enjoy a dessert, I’m definitely a chocolate girl. Or cheesecake. Or gooey chocolate chip cookies. My husband, on the other hand, (God bless his handsome soul) is a fruity dessert person.

I usually avoid making certain things he loves because they aren’t something I would eat. But after the last few weeks of my husband staying by my side during the loss of our baby while I was in the hospital and recovering, I realized I wanted to make sure I went out of my way for him too.

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Marriage isn’t just showing up when it’s convenient. Marriage isn’t just doing what works for you (I’m preaching to myself here). Marriage isn’t just doing what’s comfortable and easy. And this week, that reminder came for me in the form of making lemon bars for my main squeeze (see what I did there?).

So, this week, I urge you to do something out of your comfort zone for your spouse. Maybe it’s making a dessert you don’t particularly love, but they would drool over. Maybe it’s finally going to the counseling session with them that you’ve been avoiding.

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Maybe it’s dressing up a little for their return home. And by dressing up, I mean maybe just a quick coat of lipgloss (or freshly brushed teeth if you aren’t feeling too crazy), a cute (or clean?) shirt, and a smile.

Maybe it’s giving them a big smooch after their shift at the Fire Department instead of the THANK GOODNESS YOU ARE FINALLY HERE exhale and unleashing the long list of frustrations that happened on the home front while they were away.

The last month has reminded me that we only have this one life. We don’t know what tomorrow holds, so we should take advantage of all the todays we are blessed with. So, don’t forget to make the lemon bars.

Originally published on the author’s blog

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Lizzy Christian

Lizzy Christian is a toddler-chasing, coffee-sipping, firefighter wife, and vacuuming enthusiast who has a passion for writing. She is the founder of the Fire Wife Chronicles, which is geared on topics of motherhood, marriage, faith, & first responder family life. Lizzy received her undergrad in Crisis Counseling from Liberty University and her Master of Arts in Human Services Counseling – Crisis Response and Trauma from Liberty University’s Graduate School. She is a two-time NYC Marathon finisher and avid runner, and former School Counselor and Athletic Director. Lizzy married her high school sweetheart and together they have two sons and a daughter. Visit www.lizzychristian.com for additional resources and upcoming projects. 

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