Lust is easy.  Love is hard.  Like is most important.
~Carl Reiner

(I originally posted this in May on our May December Secrets Blog.  I hope you enjoy... )

Spring doesn’t last long here in our part of Texas. It already feels like summer, but I’m frustrated because our pool isn’t ready for swimming. I’ve been practicing pool chemistry for 9 years now and I still can’t quite get it right. Today Ron and I made one of our numerous summer treks to the pool store. I wish we had gone sooner. Today would have been a great day to get in the water.

One more time, we show up with a bottle of pool water in hand begging for HELP! A pool connoisseur is going to have to show us how to fix this mess. Again I learn something new about pool water chemistry. I continue to be amazed at how much there is discover about this subject and wonder if that’s what they were teaching the day I skipped chemistry class in my senior year.

We return home with list of detailed instructions. We have pool homework! Add a little of this, wait a few hours, put in a dash of that, wait a bit more, and top it off with a skosh of something else. Sleep on it and the pool should be good to go in the morning.

During 21 years of swimming in the same pool with Ron - so to speak, we’ve made treks all over the country (including the Barnes and Noble right down the street) to get expert advice for our marriage. In some instances, more desperately than in others. Keeping the waters of our marriage swimable is an ongoing process and a delicate balance. Some days I need a little extra togetherness. On others, I “vant to be left alone”. Ron isn’t a mind a reader and I don’t come with one of those nifty chemical test kits to help him figure out exactly how much of what I need and when.

One of the things we know for absolutely positively sure about each other is that we don’t know anything for absolutely positively sure about each other (an exaggeration - our genders have remained the same throughout the years give or take a little estrogen and testosterone). When our water gets murky, we try to figure it on our own. If it doesn’t clear up after awhile, we get help. We’ve learned that getting help is NOT a sign of failure, it’s a part of our commitment to staying “in love”. We don’t wait to ask for assistance nearly as long as we used to. We want the waters swimable as much as possible.  We also discovered that sometimes we have to sleep on it and we’ll be good to go in the morning!

Today I ask myself if I am willing to do what it takes to keep the waters in my relationships swimable?