Our first year of marriage was really hard.
In one sense, you might have looked at our first year of marriage and wondered how we couldn’t have been blissfully happy.
We were living on the twenty-first floor of a beautiful condo building overlooking the ocean in sunny south Florida. Our wall-sized sliding glass doors opened to a balcony where we could watch the sunrise every morning. Any time we wanted, we could wander downstairs with coffee and books—to our private beach—and dig our toes into the sand.