From This Day…Forward

Sounds daunting, doesn’t it? Setting out on a great adventure. The future is bright and all that life has to offer is at your fingertips.

It’s terrifying.

I remember driving off in my brand new husband’s 1992 Mustang GT 5.0. We had on our “going away clothes” and jumped in the car amidst a shower of rose petals.

We made a quick stop at my grandparents’ house, because it was around the corner from the church, and changed cars. We needed to drive my newer Honda Civic on our honeymoon to save money on gas. We got in the Honda, already loaded with our luggage, and hit the road to Memphis. For about half an hour, we had no idea what to say to one another. We rummaged through the basket of reception food they sent with us, made small talk and mostly just stared out the windshield at the interstate.

It was one of the weirdest half hours of my life. I had scary thoughts. Like, “What if I made a mistake?!” or “What if he decides HE made a mistake?”

Finally we stopped for gas and I went to use the restroom. As I washed my hands and looked at my post-wedding makeup and hair in the mirror, I realized that I was the luckiest girl in the whole world. I stood there, looking at my wide eyes and big smile in the mirror and became giddy with excitement. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I walked out of the bathroom, and headed out to the car. As I got to the door of the convenience store, I turned around and told all the people buying snacks in line, “Y’all! I just got MARRIED!!!”

They never even acknowledged me, except for the check-out lady who said in monotone while staring at the register, “Congratulations.”

I refused to let my bubble be burst. I ran to the car and jumped in, ready for the birds to start singing our song and ready for God to send a rainbow that would end directly on us in our little red Honda.

We got back on the interstate, and the bottom fell out. It poured rain, in the dark, for the next two hours.

The rest of our honeymoon story is pretty hilarious. A comedy of errors, to say the least. But you know what? I didn’t get married for the honeymoon. I got married for the marriage. And the marriage is one of the greatest earthly gifts I’ve ever been given.

So why write about it? It’s like this: I want to blog. I love to write. I don’t want to write about just life in general, I am not crazy enough to think anyone cares about that. I don’t do crafts, or cooking, or fashion, or home decor. I mean, I like all that stuff, but not enough to blog about it.

But I LIKE marriage. I love it very much, actually. I care about my marriage, but also deeply care about other people and the effort it takes to find and maintain a healthy relationship. If you want credentials to decide if you’ll be back, all I can say is that I come from a long line of healthy marriages. My husband and my dad counsel married folks pretty regularly. My husband and I do pre-marriage counseling as often as we can. We think marriage matters. We think marriage is the best way to get a picture of how much God loves us and how we are to love one another.

So here we go. Writing about it won’t be nearly as much fun as living it, but I’ll do my best!

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