It is not your love that sustains the marriage,
but from now on, the marriage that sustains your love.
Guess we'd be good with either.
This wacky guy (above) and I are about to celebrate an anniversary. My, what a year it's been. Take two complete opposites, marry and move them in together, then throw in a new business, an illness, a ministry and community to participate in, a new puppy, and a obligatory settling-in period as a new couple, and we've had one hectic, crazy year.
Here's what I've learned: the man will eat almost everything... sleep through almost everything... and be there for definitely everything. This guy is remarkable.
We've had to teach each other a lot already. On paper, we were successful, accomplished adults. In reality, we're both stubborn first-borns with a lot to learn. He's pushing me out of my introvert comfort bubble. I'm forcing him out of his bachelor one. He's showing me things about myself I didn't know. I swing the mirror around and show him things about himself, too. We argue and we laugh. We disagree and we cuddle. We wonder why- how- we ended up together, then we talk and remember and know.
Sometimes I look at that paper marriage license and wonder how something so fragile can bear witness to something so monumental-- two lives becoming one. Two hearts becoming one. I suppose only the clock will tell. Love will not sustain a marriage, but a marriage will sustain love.
Here's to both.
May that paper we signed a year ago testify of something that lasts the test of time. Happy anniversary, Josh.