My husband and I met when we were 19 years old. We were in college at different schools but connected at a wedding the summer before our junior year. And so began countless phone conversations, letter-writing, and weekend getaways to visit each other during college and graduate school. I can still remember the way I felt the morning before I was going to visit him or he was coming to visit me—the excitement, anticipation, and giddiness completely took over. Nothing else seemed to matter.
Fast-forward 20 years, and a lot of other things matter. The love that was reserved for only each other has now spilled over to our two adorable children, and while we still love each other endlessly, our relationship now takes a lot more work. I work hard every day to practice mindfulness, and I try my best to be in the moment and treasure the time with my husband and children. But being mindful of time with my husband has taken a back seat to the thoughts that fill my head about my kids. But why?