I said, “Sing the song.”
“What song?” he replied.
“You know the one.” I smiled.
And then he sang it.
Because out of the billions of people on this planet, he is the only one who would know just what song I meant.
Because he’s my guy.
He knows that I don’t like ice in my water or refrigerated fruit because the cold hurts my teeth. He knows that a hammock to me is what a hug machine is for Temple Grandin. He knows that I don’t like to go a day without chocolate.
He pays attention. He knows me.
We have now been married for 9 years.
The accurate length of time was news to us. We thought we were about to celebrate our 10th anniversary until we counted more carefully.
The traditional wedding gift should be one of pottery or leather.
I don’t know why.
It seems a perfect fit.
The past two years have been rough. I can tell you this now.
It seems as if our marriage was a new leather catching mitt that needed to be broken in with a solid beating. I imagine our pot needed to be fired to strengthen a few weaker spots.
So, yes. Perhaps leather and pottery are the perfect gift ideas this year.
This is the year that we celebrate in the spirit of survival.
We have bailed all of the water, patched the sail and eaten nothing but saltines for months. Storms have raged and yet suddenly, we spotted the shore, leapt from the boat and swam for our lives.
We are past the exhaustion of the swim. We are now laying in the sand with the sun kissing our skin. We are now rolling over to smile at each other in disbelief that we made it. At times we both veered off course but we landed safely next to one another.
Watch this video to hear this post’s soundtrack.
Those of you who are married and have been for a long time will know this story without hearing the details. You know what it feels like to be leather broken and a pot fired. Your ship almost went down. You know the gratitude of the lessons.
For those of you who have only been married a short time – may you never see a shipwreck. Godspeed. However, if you do, bear down and hold on. It will be awful. It will hurt and when people tell you about leather and pots, you will want to shank them.
I understand that too. May you find yourself being kissed by the sun on a safer shore someday.
For those of you who know the pain of pulling yourself out of the ocean alone – you are not a sunken ship or a weak pot. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try or how deeply you want to stay on the same course with the person you love, it doesn’t work out.
Be gentle with yourself. Love yourself. Recognize that you survived. Reward your own bravery.
Love is not easy. It is hard. It is not a napkin to stuff into your pocket. It’s not pennies that you let slip to the bottom of your handbag. It’s not a can to kick down the road out of boredom.
All love is to be treated with respect and tenderness. Love is so easily lost when it is not treated like the gift it is.
Love is like nails freshly painted. It is like flipping an omelet or whipping an egg white. Love is a box marked fragile.
Love is a battlefield.
Heh. Couldn’t help myself. :)
Our 9th wedding anniversary, the year of leather and pottery, is the year that we celebrate those lessons in survival.
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death. ~ Song of Solomon 8:6