You have no idea how much I love this man. I love him more today than I did when I first saw this picture. Seeing his sweet, skinny self playin’ that 12-string GIH-tarr does my heart good. It takes me back to the days when I was sick to my stomach at the sight of him. You know the kind. The “if I look into those dreamy eyes any longer I might throw up a little” kind of love. It’s sickening and worth making fun of when two are so in love like that. And I loved every minute of it. Still do.
Becoming “one” as a married couple takes time. I believe that God sees us as one when we become man and wife, but our truly becoming one takes time. It’s like spiritual amputation, if you will.
When Chris and I tied the knot on January 9, 1993, we were two, young twenty-somethings who were hot and heavy for each other. (Sorry, mom.)
We had two healthy bodies and minds. Problem was that we really only needed one body. We didn’t need four arms or four legs or four eyes…only two of each. We had to learn to sacrifice for each other, submit to one another and compromise with each other.
I’ve never lost a body part, but I’m fairly certain that it is painful. Why? Because all of the people in the movies who lose body parts always put a stick in their mouth before they lose the limb! So, as a married couple, Chris and I gradually began to lose body parts. And after several painfully wonderful years into it, we became one. Truly one. The way God intended it.
So, what are we going to do with the next 30-50 years of marriage?
Enjoy the heck out of it.
Don’t give up if you are in a dry spot in your marriage. Don’t throw in the towel or tap out. It is an exhausting ride full of turns that will leave your stomach queasy. But, it is so worth it. I promise.