I just read a book titled "Building A Home With My Husband" by Rachel Simon. I enjoyed the book because it actually was about a house renovation. But the thread throughout is the relationship between husband and wife.
Near the end of the story are some quotes that I want to share here.
"So this is commitment, I realized, as we walked up the hill toward our house. Pressing myself to admit my feelings aloud, and how they arose---even when I'm so convinced that he did something wrong that I'm on the verge of running. Of course, commitment requires that the other person must love and respect me enough to want to hear, and I must love and respect him enough to speak words he can hear. But assuming that is the case, then this is commitment: Valuing our unity over my pride, the whole of our us rather than the sum of my righteousness.
.... Love is not just a feeling, and commitment is not just a decision. They, when intertwined, are action. Love and commitment move, and touch, and listen, and speak. They are deeds that sacrifice individual pride. Their goal is not just happiness, but mutual vulnerability."
These words wrapped around my heart and taught it to sing and dance.