We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. He’s been there–by my side–through it all. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift.
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!” Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and-wiped my butt. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”Īnd I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.Īs the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.” I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun. I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!ĭay 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits. It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. A day I learned what marriage was really about. It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget.