Feeding your Marriage with a Special Needs Child

This weekend was about my husband BJ. We took a road trip Sunday after Mass to Ohio to pick up some new pens for the show pigs. We spent nine hours together. It was a beautiful drive in farmland. We had the best conversations about family. We talked about the wedding coming up for Angel and Beau and how this is the beginning of a new chapter. The chapters will start to come faster now. Before you know it, it will be more marriages and grandkids.

We talked about our dreams. We share the same dreams and more than anything we share humor. We love to tease each other and we laugh a lot. Laughter has gotten us through so many things. Anger! Hurt feelings! BJ has this wonderful way of saying something to shake me to a smile. I am able to do the same. This has lightened up many stressful moments.

BJ injured his eye this past week and thank God will be okay. It was scary. As soon as panic rose inside of me, I took solace that God was in charge. After a deep breath and a couple of funny snide remarks about the situation we relaxed into each other. This is the sacrament of our marriage. The bond of love between Christ and His people. Ours is a sacramental marriage.

In our family, we depend on each other to help. Help with feeding Kate, changing a diaper, taking a turn playing blocks or reading a book. Everyone gets burned out at some point so that is when a person needs a day off. BJ and I are no different. We need a date night or just a day like yesterday. To reconnect. If you have a special needs child, you need to remember that you need to still nurture the marriage. If you are friends or relatives with a special needs family, help nurture this family. Even if is just a phone call or a cup of coffee. God didn't just have a plan for our family with Kate. It goes out to all our friends and family too. How has Kate changed their hearts? For good or bad? We are trying to pray that people's hearts were changed to love more.

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