I've been struggling with worry (shocking) now that the boy and I have decided to get married. It's scary to think that many many marriages don't survive, and when we are constantly bombarded with images of marriages going kaputz it's scary to think we are signing up for the potential possibility of heartbreak and failure. I guess that the chance you take with someone you love.
But this made me cry, and made me hopeful (something that's hard to do when you're getting married in a world where happy marriage is fleeting these days, unfortunately)
from A Practical Wedding, written by one of her readers Rachel:
"Last week, my husband and I visited my dad’s parents, who have been married 57 years. Cooking breakfast in the morning, she would call across kitchen to the living room, where he was reading he paper. “Joseph!” she sung. He would pick his head up and beam at her while she waved her fingers back at him. When we went into town, they walked with arms around each other’s backs.
Some marriages don’t last. We know that, and it’s scary to begin this journey with that in mind. But there are also people like my Nana and Pop-Pop, who have lived through the murder of a sister, deaths of their parents and many of their friends, a quadrupal bypass, three sons and 8 grandchildren, and a rash of mental illness, and who still behave like two teenagers in puppy-love. There is hope, and if we don’t leap because we’re afraid love might not be there tomorrow, it won’t."
This is so cute I can't stand it.
Have a great day.
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