[Caution! Public Display of Affection Alert! If you get queasy when subjected to romantic interludes, turn away now or prepare to face the nausea!]
My marriage turned 21 today. It’s officially legal for my marriage to drink alcoholic beverages now. After 21 years, you would think a marriage could probably use a stiff drink.
Fortunately, though, our marriage is so entirely intoxicating, no other stimulants are necessary. I’m already inebriated with love. You probably thought I was growing senile (or just plain obnoxious) from old age or other influences. Nope. It’s the love effect.
I know, it’s kind of disgusting isn’t it. Well, so is this picture:
Who are those people, anyway?!
Just goes to show how 21 years with Renee have improved me. Of course, she gets more beautiful every year, despite my influence on her.
But seriously, though, allow me to express my gratitude for being so fantastically blessed:
Renee, you are my best friend.
You know those bumper stickers that say, “I’d rather be fishing,” or “dancing”, or “dead”? Well, I’d rather be with you. That’s it. I need that bumper sticker. I need that tattoo. I need that embroidery. I need that t-shirt. I need you.
For better or worse, if we could get any poorer, in all the health we have, and all the sickness that may come, for as long as the world keeps turning and God holds heaven high, I need you, and I’m grateful to have you. Thanks for your commitment to me. I love you.
Now, for all of you who have had enough stamina to read to this point, I have two things to say:
- Thanks for your support.
- Let’s do that for each other and our marriages. Let’s support each other. Let’s hold out hope that love never fails, in spite of the statistics and experiences. Let’s spur one another on to hold tight. Let’s be available for each other. Let’s celebrate together, and mourn together, and fight the good fight together, for all of the things in life that are worthy of a good fight, and there are plenty. Let’s be believers.