Moving is a minor form of torture. A true test of a friendship, relationships, marriage.
Before we were engaged, and maybe even up to this point, the most difficult day of The Griffin's time together was the day we moved a large couch up two flights of stairs, through narrow doors, with sweat and tears, aches and pains. All this after I borrowed my roommate's truck, drove it for the first time, got in a "no harm, (dents/scratches/visible damage) no foul" accident. Any description of my anxiety and stress on that day would be an understatement. But we did it. And we still got engaged. And we still wed.
Last week, before the honeymoon, we had to get B all moved out because his current lease contract ended while we would be gone. This time was less strenuous, but still far from enjoyable. Though, we did get to rent a moving truck--pretty fun! Please refer to the last paragraph when you ask yourself if I was the driver. Ideally, we wanted to make my place feel like home for the both of us for the three months we will be living there together, but Byron's wisdom won me over and we packed all his things in storage, except for his clothes, which is why I titled this post as is. Plus, there is no way we could fit all his things with all the new stuff we got from our loving friends and family!
The two becoming one process is difficult. We are slowly learning that is symbolizes all things...so this will be the first of a series of two (something) become one (something) posts. What we have learned thus far, through merging our two spaces into one (plus a storage unit, PTL), is that less is more, simple is best, and compromise is key. Byron and I are both the youngest children, and we would both say much of that stereotype is true for us. We have not often had to think beyond ourselves and our wants. Our faith and our view of the world has certainly taught us to do so, but never to the degree that marriage has. Day by day, we become less selfish, more focused on one another and what is best for us together. During moving week our question was "what can I give up to make more space for you in my home and life?" Or rather, "What negative disposition and hatred toward moving can I lay aside to make this more positive for us?"
Moving is difficult. Marriage is difficult. Becoming two, not one is difficult. But it is all a joy. Each makes us better, makes us more like Christ; and that is what we want, difficult as it is.