Saturday, December 25, 2010
Why is it called wedded bliss? Bliss? I mean, really. Bliss? That phrase was coined with sarcasm, right? Marriage is not a relationship with a house-trained, obedient dog. It is not a contract with a robot. It is one life shared by two people, people who can sometimes be stubborn, prideful, arrogant, conceited, and ignorant. What could possibly be blissful about that?
On December 29th, Scott and I will celebrate ten years of marriage. I know ten years is nothing, at least not in the real scheme of things. Scott's grandparents have been married for 60 years. We have friends whose parents have been married for 40 years. Ten years is barely a blip on the radar screen compared to those marriages that have stood the test of time.
But, we also have friends who divorced after two years. We have friends who are single and wondering whether the right person is out there or whether they are even meant to get married. In ten years, we've created a life for ourselves. We have two children who are miraculously well-adjusted (so far, at least). We have a dog who thinks we're better than a raw beef rib and a cat who sticks by our sides as if we regularly bathed in catnip. We've bought and sold one condo, bought a house, bought two cars, four Apple computers, a lot of furniture and we're only a little bit in debt. That is, assuming you consider a mortgage just a "little bit." We've encountered causes that touch our hearts and organizations that inspire us to give beyond our comfort level. We've made friends -- good friends. Friends whom we trust with our children and with our emotions. We've found a neighborhood that we love and a church where we feel at home. We are blessed.
Scott and I laugh together. We communicate through glances and raised eyebrows and nods and postures and occasionally a well-placed grope. Sometimes Scott can talk me into scratching his back and once he even rubbed my feet. That was a moment I'll never forget. We serve each other and balance each other's weaknesses. We listen to one another and believe in one another, we inform each other and broaden each other's worlds. We introduce each other to new things and we challenge one another.
Occasionally we slam doors. Once I threw a full Nalgene bottle at the wall. When Scott filled the hole left by the bottle, he repaired both the wall and my pride. Sometimes we call each other names and blame each other when things go wrong. Sometimes it feels like we are speaking different languages. We're not perfect. We're people.
But we're people who love each other. We're people who forgive each other. Over and over and over again.
On the day we got married, we believed that forgiveness would be the key to a long and happy marriage. We stand by that today.
Here's to ten more years of bliss!
Posted by Hillary at 9:30 PM