Ethan and I rarely get into arguments. It's something I'm extremely grateful for. For the most part, we have very open communication lines and it's something we've worked on prior to marriage because we know so many divorces stem from bad communication and bitterness harvesting from that. Well, Ethan came home yesterday and was in a snappy mood. (I can say this here because he admitted it to me later lol.) Little did he know, I was just overwhelmed with a whirl-wind of emotions. It was an equation for disaster. We didn't blow up at each other or anything, but we found ourselves knit-picking over words and arguing over little things throughout the night. Like the dishes, for instance. I had a girl's night to attend shortly after and we both knew that by the time I got home he would most likely be in bed. We had just ended our conversation on, "I don't want this argument to get out of hand so let's just stop right here before we say anything stupid." I spent the remainder of my time before I had to leave cleaning the upstairs. (I'm so good at cleaning when I'm upset!) I knew I would have to come downstairs at some point and the prideful part of me just wanted to stay stuck in my self-righteousness but the Bible warns us against going to bed angry and there is so much truth behind that. If we didn't clear the air before I left, I knew I would spend the rest of the evening developing bitter feelings and resentment. He asked if I was mad and I said no. I swallowed my pride and consciously decided to get over it. I asked if he was mad and he said no. He admitted to being snappy. I admitted to being overly-emotional. We kissed, told each other we loved each other and said good night.I got back home and he was almost asleep. I said good night again and went to bed.In the middle of the night, I woke up panicked. My side was aching so badly. It felt like someone had kicked me in the back over and over again. Something didn't feel right and I honestly thought that Baby was harmed. I tried to sit up but couldn't. Anxiety came over me and I tried to inch my way off the bed. Out of a dead sleep, Ethan woke up and asked what was wrong. I tried my best to explain but he told me not to move. He said it sounded like I was having a muscle spasm (which I was.) Immediately, he started rubbing my back and calming me down, reassuring me that everything was going to be ok. I finally got to a point of comfort and as I tried to cover myself back up with a blanket, he reached over, told me not to move and did it for me. These details may seem insignificant, but they meant the world to me. I think all spouses struggle with pride in their marriage. Though, we had resolved things earlier, I still had to consciously raise my white flag (as did he) for the preservation of our marriage. I know deep in my heart that there were still minor feelings of resentment in me --and that is just the fleshly part of me learning to work with the Holy-spirit driven side of me that is still learning humility. But last night, I witnessed my husband display an act of love that was motivated by complete selflessness. He didn't even give himself a chance to think, "Well she said some choice words to me so why should I help her out?" He just did what love does. Love sets all feelings aside and gives. Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast. It is not proud. It does not dishonor others. It is not self seeking or easily angered. It keeps no records of wrong doings. . . This is why a marriage can't "lose the love." Love is a choice not a feeling. Ethan and I are by no means "marriage experts" but I do know he loves me unconditionally and I love him just the same. And we can attribute that to the ultimate act of love gifted to us by Jesus Christ who showed us love by being obedient to the cross while we were yet sinners.