The circumstances leading up to the actual nuptials are nothing out of the ordinary. Man meets girl. Man does not want a relationship. Man calls girl. Man goes out just as friends. Man likes girl. Man kisses girl. Girl kisses man. Man loves girl. Man becomes consumed by girl. Man screws things up and begs girl to take him back only after man purges self of stupidity. Girl takes back man anyway. Girl goes to Pike's Peak. Man wrecks motorcycle in West Virginia. Man realizes he has an amazing woman to say "I love you" to. Girl falls asleep in man's car. Girl drools. Man realizes that this is his perfect woman after wiping the side of her mouth. Man asks her to open glove box. Girl picks up expensive frilly box. Man explains. Girl accepts. Man continues to be stupid. Girl still marries man anyway.
I explained to a politico friend of mine, who is mauling over getting married, that there is no perfect time. There is no perfect person. What there is, perhaps, is a longing or willingness to finish what one starts. Another is to give of yourself what you can, and to witness how beautiful something that - at times - may not be so pretty can truly be.
My desires in this relationship are pretty simple and I witnessed them in my great uncle, as stories were told of how he bathed, washed, preened and held his slowly dying once glamorous wife; I want to go to sleep with my wife's hair itchily in my face every night. I want morning breath to come from her wide open mouth. I need her occasional frustrations. I need her tears and anxiousness. Because I love her tenderness. Because I love her faith. Because of her "duck on the water" style and grace. Because of her tender care for our daughter. Because she kisses me. Because I love her.
Marriage is not a fairy tale. It's not a disastrous sitcom theme. It's two lives that have somehow come together as one, and better.
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