Most, if not all, married couples will at one point ask themselves, is the honeymoon over? For some that may happen on their honeymoon. For others it may be weeks, months, or years down the road. While “the honeymoon” may be over, the intimacy and connection with our spouse we associate with that “honeymoon” feeling can survive—and thrive—long after that wedding dress is out of style, and the thought of fitting into your tux again is just wishful thinking.

What was it about your dating relationship and your honeymoon experience that made you feel so loved, so connected. Its the same thing that makes you feel that way when you’ve been married for 10, 25, or 50 years. It’s sacrificial love. The kind of love that causes a wife to cheer alongside her husband at the game when she would rather be shopping. The kind of love that inspires a husband to surprise his wife with flowers and write her a love note even though it feels awkward to do so. When we “not only look out for our own personal interests, but also the interests of our spouse” we make God smile—and you just might see your spouse smiling more often.

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Marriage is never perfect, but, as we try to love the other without expecting anything in return, the joys of the honeymoon stay with us still.

One night during our engagement, my fiancé, Bob, and I went out for dinner with his parents. His dad unlocked the passenger-side door of the car for his mom without opening it then walked around to the driver’s side. Bob’s mom noticed this and sarcastically pronounced, “Well, I guess the honeymoon’s over!”

Bob and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. We didn’t understand why they expected so much of each other and why they were rude when things didn’t go their way. I promised myself I would never be that way.

A year later, after we married, I was in our kitchen trying to prepare some breakfast before work when Bob walked in from the bathroom.

“You always forget,” he said, irritated. I looked up to see him holding his electric toothbrush. “You always forget to plug this back in after you blow-dry your hair.”

“Sorry,” I said quickly, wanting to get out of there before a confrontation took place.

“How am I supposed to brush my teeth now?” he asked. I thought about a million things I could say. Instead, I ignored him and picked up my purse.

“I just wish you would try to remember that this is important to me,” he added.

“Well,” I shot back defensively, “I wish you would remember to put your white clothes in the first hamper and the colored clothes in the second hamper, but that doesn’t happen.”

“Great, here we go again with what I don’t do right,” he said. “Why don’t you just tell me what you expect me to do?”

“I don’t expect a lot,” I started, knowing I shouldn’t open this can of worms but irritated by his inconsistencies. “Just some basics, like remembering more often to tell me you love me, being a little more romantic, throwing away these soda cans you leave lying around and helping me with the dishes and the trash.”

“Oh, is that all?” He shook his head and went into the bedroom. I rolled my eyes, walked out the front door and slammed it behind me.

I drove to work in tears, wondering if I had made a mistake getting married. While we were still engaged, many people told us to enjoy the beginning because “after that, the honeymoon’s over.” Maybe they were right, I contemplated.

I rubbed my forehead and thought back to the week before our wedding. I was at work, and a woman congratulated me on my engagement. “I’ve been married for 12 years,” she said, emphasizing 12.

I remember waiting for her to say the same thing about the honeymoon ending. Instead, she said. “And after all this time, we’re still on our honeymoon. You don’t ever have to let it end.” I had never forgotten those words or the glimmer in her eyes. How I wished I could go back to that conversation and simply ask her how. How in the world do you not let it end?

I got home that night and didn’t say much to Bob. We sat in the living room, watching TV and eating dinner. I was tired of the unspoken tension.

“I’m going to bed,” I said, getting up. “Are you coming?”

“No. I’m going to stay up and watch TV,” he said.

Figures, I thought. I got into bed and wanted to cry. But before I could, Bob walked in. He tucked the covers around me and kissed me on the forehead.

“I love you,” he said.

I closed my eyes and felt a flood of emotions. It felt so good to be loved. But most of all, I was humbled by his humility.

“Hey, Babe,” I said as he began to walk out of the room.

He stopped. “Yes?”

“I promise to plug in your toothbrush tomorrow morning.”

He chuckled and nodded.

Over the following years, many such moments would keep the honeymoon “on.” Moments when we acknowledged that what’s not important to one may mean the world to the other, moments when we learned to let go of the expectations that don’t really matter. Sure, marriage is never perfect, but as we try to love the other without expecting anything in return, the joys of the honeymoon stay with us still.

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This article first appeared in the Couples edition of the September, 2008 issue of Focus on the Family magazine. Copyright © 2008 Sandi Greene. All rights reserved.