Get Naked

It was the best advice.



Shortly before saying I Do to the man I was madly, deeply in love with, the one I planned on spending every moment of growing old with, the best friend that still made my heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice, we heard the wise words of council... get naked.

Of course, those words weren't meant for that exact moment, but rather for middle-of-an-argument marriage advice. You know like, "I can't believe you said that, how could you even THINK that?! Wait, what are you doing? Why are buttons being undone? Okay this is WEIRD. I can't even be mad at you right now."

Not that I can confirm that this is a tactic we've successfully applied in our years of marriage.

It may be. But I'll never tell.

I have heard that it works.

One thing I do know, it makes me laugh.  Just the thought.  Like a juvenile talking about bodily functions in the middle of class.  I giggle.



One more thing I do know, letting how we truly feel hang out there, being open and honest and real, has helped us remain best friends as well as lovers in marriage. And sometimes that's harder. To let someone see the real us, to let our soul be naked and free, in need of a tone-up and a tan, but okay with it and confident that no matter what we'll be accepted, or rather, celebrated.



We've been cultivating the ability to talk and share... and listen.  And I think it's a needed part of being open, because it brings the knowledge that you'll be heard, thus completing the circle and making it easier to talk and share... and listen. Oh, and be naked.

And leave little love notes on the bathroom mirror.

And wash each other's dirty socks and underwear.

And have regular dates where we leave the "kid talk" at home.



Try it this week... get naked, in one form or another.

Happy National Marriage week!