If you do not like sappy stuff, skip this post.
I was reflecting a few days ago on marriage. I told my students that my wife and I never fight and they were incredulous.
But it is true. We have never had a fight. I attribute this to 3 things:
1. We don't have kids yet. I can imagine that when our children come into our lives and learn how to try and play one of us against the other, it may fray a few edges. The fatigue alone might wear away at us.
2. Faith. We dedicated our marriage to the Lord and pledged to do our best to love each other as Christ loved us.
3. Her. I often fail at the pledge mentioned in #2, but she has not. I often marvel that out of all the men in the world, she chose me. I feel like George Bailey saying to his wife, "You could have had your pick of any guy in town...why'd you pick a broken old guy like me?" But she did. And when I screw up, act thoughtlessly, interrupt her plans, ask more of her than I ought, she is kind and patient and giving.
Everyone who knows us can see how blessed I am with her. (Meanwhile they give her that pitying look of "Well, if that's who you want, who am I to judge?")
I often think how close we came to not meeting. I was signed up to make a retreat weekend where my best friends were not going. It was the first time I had been on my own like that. I honestly don't know why I went. Based on who I was at the time, I shouldn't have and yet I did.
And that is when I met her.
My life has never been the same, nor will it ever be. Even with all of my recent struggles with my health, I can honestly say that my life has gotten better each day because there is more of her in it.
She is irresistible, iridescent, and irreplaceable.
And I am blessed to say that she is my wife.