The room was silent as we lay looking at each other. There were no words to say—only a question ringing in our heads. How did we get here? You see, even though we were only inches apart, there was an immeasurable chasm between our hearts. We weren’t in love, we weren’t friends, and we didn’t like what we had become. There were no words; just a question.

Now the answer to that question was quite simple, although I didn’t know it at the time. The big reason for why my marriage was at a breaking point… was me. Somewhere along the way, through all the late nights and countless hours in front of the computer, my career had consumed me. It had become the source of all my hopes, my dreams, my source of affirmation, my identity…my god. My career had completely blinded me to the blessings around me—two beautiful children asleep in the next room and the amazing woman lying next me. I wasn’t seeing them, and even worse, I wasn’t loving them.

That night was the low point of our marriage. It was us at our worst; a dark time that I often think about and never want to relive. However, that night was also a turning point. Before the sun came up, we had the most difficult conversation of our marriage. We spoke openly and honestly for the first time in a long time. We cried. We prayed. We asked for help in our marriage—for help in forgiving, for help in loving.

I wish I could enchant you with a story about a fairy tale marriage. I wish this low point isn’t part of the story we have to tell, but it is a part of our story and it is one of most important chapters in our marriage. So, when I thought about starting to write this development blog, our low point was the only place that made sense to start—in many ways it represents why I want to make Our Life.

— Brock