Monday, Feb 13
I love being married. I really do. In particular, I love going to weddings with my spouse. In fact, there are few things that make me happier than to attend a wedding with him. Just yesterday, we were privileged to attend the nuptials of a dear friend at our very own parish. My generous mother watched the children all afternoon and evening. What a treat! I loved sitting there, holding my husband’s hand, reflecting on the vows that we took as the bride and groom recited theirs. My heart was so full of gratitude. What a gift the Sacrament of marriage is!
The Hubs and I attended seven weddings in the fifteen months we were dating and engaged. From Nantucket to Georgetown, from San Francisco to New London, Connecticut, we witnessed the union of couples in love. Since we’ve been married, we’ve attended even more nuptials: Matt and Kristin, Dave and Sara, Josh and Jane, John Henry and Robin, Brad and Jessica, Chris and Maria, Dawn and Kevin, Noel and Alannah, Mike and Jennifer. Each wedding is a reminder of where we started and an opportunity to look ahead to our future together. It’s also a great excuse for us to get a little silly on the dance floor. But that’s another post!
This coming June, we will be flying down to the Big Easy to witness the marriage of my dearest friend Jenny and her wonderful fiance Juan Andres. It’s difficult for me to put into words just how overjoyed we are for Jenny. She has been a part of our lives from the beginning of our relationship, and she has been holding out for the one and she found him. I will not be wearing any mascara for the four days we are in New Orleans, that is for certain. The angels will be rejoicing the day Jenny and Andres are wed, and everyone who knows and loves our dear Jenny will be too.
Why is that? Why does it make us so overjoyed when someone we love finds the one? For me, it’s because I just want my friends who feel called to marriage to experience the joy I have in the short eight and a half years I’ve been married. I want them to feel and know that marriage IS wonderful. It’s not trite and fake and all about satisfaction like the world and sit-coms say it is. It’s sacrificial and self-giving and beautiful and sacred. Yeah, it’s difficult. Yeah, it’s not always “roses and walks on the beach.” Some days it’s more like “toilet seats up and trash not taken out.” In spite of it all, I am certain, without the gift of my spouse, I would not be the woman I have become in a thousand different ways. Marriage has drawn out of me qualities and virtues that I never thought I would possess or practice. And that is worth more than any small annoyance any day of the week.
So here’s to you, honey. Thank you for choosing me. You are the best ticket to heaven a girl could ever ask for. Wait. That didn’t come out right. Let’s try that again.
Here’s to you, darling. Thank you for choosing me. You are a hard-working, giving, patient, and understanding man and I love how well you break dance.
And because I’m a child of the Eighties, I really cannot help myself. I must quote a Whitney Houston song to tell you just how I feel about us.
“If tomorrow is Judgement Day
And I’m standing on the front line,
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life,
I will say, I spent it with you.”