Companionship Inventory

When serving as a missionary, it was a rule to have "companionship inventory" each week with your companion. This was a time to discuss any mishaps or feelings one may have in a calm, collected manner. It was always effective. Okay, maybe not always, but mostly effective.

Tonight I had companionship inventory with my eternal companion......and boy oh boy was it ever needed! I have been letting things fester for far too long and I could tell that he was too. He had just gotten home from the Priesthood session tonight of General Conference. The kids were sound asleep in bed. I opened up. The tears flooded. He listened. We were both quiet for a long time. Then it was his turn. I listened. I was humbled, as was he. We said sorry. There is a lot of power in the words I. am. sorry. So so so much more power in those words than there is in harboring bad feelings, pointing fingers, not forgiving and so forth. Everyone feels like they are right, right? We each think that we have a point or that the other is clearly more wrong than we. Oh I am so grateful for Aaron. After we kissed and made up and were holding eachother, I had the distinct impression that I chose the right man for me. We don't always see eye to eye. Sometimes we don't meet eachothers needs. But he loves me. There is no question of that. And I love him too. And we will no doubt need another companionship inventory in the future.....probably many, but oh I am so grateful he is mine. Which is really saying something because a few hours ago I wanted to kick him to the curb. Ok, not literally.

A thought to think on. Tonight in the Priesthood session, President Monson said, "It is not so important who you marry, as it is who you become." I really like that. Marriage needs just as much nurturing, just as much attention as little children need and sometimes we forget that.