We were riding in the car the other day and my iPhone was being so. antagonizingly. slow. I would hit a button and nothing would happen for minutes (probably seconds, but it seems like forever when you expect your phone to move as fast as you think).

“Rafa!” I cried. “Look at this! I tried to open this app like five minutes ago.”

He dutifully looked and nodded.

“Really, Rafa! It still isn’t opening!!!!”

“I see,” he said.

“But Rafa,” I said with a dramatic sigh, “my phone is sooo slow.”

“Yup, saw that,” he chirpped. I finally found the words to tell him what I needed.

“VALIDATE ME!” We laughed and laughed. He looked at my phone and said, yes, that is really slow and yes, you have every right to notice the delay. No, you’re not crazy and yes, I see the same thing you are seeing.

There wasn’t a thing he could do about it. I just wanted to know that someone knew what I was going through.

It was super funny at the time, but it got me thinking about one of the great things about marriage. It’s really fun to have someone to validate me.

As in – whoa, did that crazy noise just come out of that tiny dog?
Or – is it just me, or does it really stink in here?
Or even – are my thoughts valid? Interesting? Who am I?

I was put on this earth to serve the Lord as Rafa’s wife. That’s the best validation I could ask for.