Sunday, April 19, 2009

8 years...longer than some

MM: I just found out that Ginny & Hazel will not make it home for another day. They are in New Orleans for a wedding, and Continental Airlines is deadset on proving their incompetency. OK, I will not go further down that road, as to keep the blog PG. It's just one day, however, when you are expecting to pick them up in a couple of hours, it is frustrating.

Ginny and I are quickly approaching our 8 year anniversary (April 28). I am one who thinks anniversaries are most definitely worth celebrating. Every since we hit around two weeks of marriage, I have been saying, "longer than some"...and then throwing in some snide remark about such-and-such celebrity who was married for like an hour, or week, or whatever.

The topic of marriage has been forced onto both of our minds as of late. Two couple friends of ours are on the cusps of marriage. We have had the honor of meeting with both of the wide-eyed lovebirds, and pathetically attempting to prepare them for this thing that you can only try to explain, but we all know you don't quite get it until you're in it.

This phenomenon is precisely why pre-marriage counseling is such a funny deal. I liken it to packing a van for a lifelong roadtrip. We are honestly not sure what all you will need, and we know that you won't know yourself until the very moment you need it. What is exciting about packing a can opener? Well, when your flippin' starving, and you need it to eat, now it looks pretty handy, huh? With that said, anyone who has attempted this pre-marriage preparation feels a huge obligation to pack that van to the brim with any and every can opener imaginable.

Of all the stuff that we were told prior to marriage, the thing that has stuck was the advice that most problems in marriage will originate from the trio of in-laws, sex, and money. Of course, at the time, we rolled our eyes at the sinfulness of the pastor marrying us...we loved our families, couldn't imagine why sex was on the list, and didn't have any money anyway.

Unfortunately, the joy of packing vans for marriage trips is not the only reason marriage has frequented the recesses of our minds. We have also been witness to the implosion of some marriages around us as of late. Friends, who just could not figure out this thing of marriage for themselves. It is so hard to stand on the sidelines and watch such a thing occur.

Marriage can be the greatest or worst move for someone. It is difficult, and wonderful. It is hard, and worth fighting for. Able to strip you down naked faster than bees in boxers.

With that said, I can honestly say today that I am a huge fan of my marriage. I have no doubts that I owe that feeling to two individuals, and really just one. Ginny, for her unending love and patience with me. Jesus, for changing my life and my wife's as well.

Longer than some.

4 comments:

Beck said...

Packing the van for a lifelong trip - great analogy.

You definitely won't need the fondue pot.

swas said...

i concur...
you will need duct tape...

Anonymous said...

Great analogy about packing for a "road trip". I've been married almost 9 years and I can definitely tell you that what I packed at the beginning of my trip isn't necessarily what I'd use on this portion of my journey. You simply can't anticipate what your journey will look like when packing at the beginning. You can have an idea based on what other travelers have told you, but it's not going to be the same since your journey won't be. All I know is that I love my husband today with a more intense and involved love than the day I married him, and that is thanks to the "road trip" itself.

Amy R said...

We will be celebrating our 8 years on the 28th as well! And in continuing your analogy, it has definitely been a trip. With unexpected stops and the van has broken down once or twice, but we have a great mechanic (Jesus) (Oh, the cheesiness is oozing), and so we keep motoring on. We also picked up a couple hitchhikers along the way (our two little girls) who truly make the trip even more incredible. Okay, I could go on and on, but I'll just stop and give a shoutout to Becky M up top who was the best shower pray-er of the summer of 1997 at K-7.

Happy Anniversary, Mooney's!