Romance, Laundry, and Menopause: A Love Story

Life sure has a sense of humor, doesn’t it?

You spend your teenage years trying to outrun emotions, crushes, and all those lovely hormones that arrive uninvited. And it’s not just the guys — our brains were basically running a full-time soap opera about love, romance, and… well… everything else. We just knew adulthood was going to be magical, candlelit, and perfectly scripted.

Then we get married.

And have kids.

Suddenly romance looks a lot less like the movies and a lot more like:

“Did you switch the laundry?”

“What's for dinner?”

“Wait… where are the kids?”

Date night turns into falling asleep on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between you — and honestly, some nights that feels like victory.

Then, just when the house quiets down and we finally become empty nesters, our bodies decide to audition for a medical drama.

Low T.

High T. Menopause.

Hot flashes that could power a small village.

Mood swings that could qualify for the Olympics.

And we’re all looking at God like,“Really? This was the plan?”

But here’s the beautiful part.

Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, the exhaustion, the awkward seasons, and the doctor visits, something deeper grows.

We learn that romance isn’t just fireworks — sometimes it’s staying. It’s choosing grace. It’s laughing together when nothing works the way it used to. It’s holding hands in the middle of the weird and saying,“We’re still here — and God is still good.”

I’m convinced God smiles through all of it. He knows our seasons, He understands our bodies (better than we do!), and He walks faithfully with us through each chapter — hormones, hot flashes, confusion, and all.

Because love isn’t built in the teenage years. It’s refined through every stage afterward — with humor, humility, and a faithful God holding it together when we feel like we’re falling apart.

And honestly?

I wouldn’t trade the lessons, the laughter, or the grace found along the way. Even if menopause could take a little vacation.