Did you hear about Jackie and Bobby? They said ‘I Do!’ and two became one. If you weren’t stalking the #jackiebobbywedding hashtag all weekend like I was, check out this sweet picture of the happy couple. It’s sure to make you smile. And if you have a minute, do send up a little prayer for them as the embark upon their new life together.
On that note, here are five fantastic posts about marriage that I stumbled across this week. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!
“I used to scoff at those who simply made it work, couples who lived long and tedious years together even if the fire had died. Life is too short I thought, to spend it with someone who doesn’t kindle your passion.
That was before I knew that passion isn’t something that floats around and lands on you like a lucky butterfly (at least not all the time). It needs to be tended, like a fire in your heart, by breathing life into a spark over and over. You choose where you build your fire, and your heart listens to your choice…”
“He drove us all home 18 hours over two days.
Three kids and hundreds of miles and potty breaks and princess pull-ups, the car covered in the markers I’d bought for window art. Turns out the soft beige ceiling of a mini van makes a perfect canvas. Rainbow swirls color the door panels and there are goldfish crackers crushed so deep into the seats that they will likely be there come next summer and this same road trip all the way to Northern Michigan and the lake that his family have been coming to for decades.
He’s never run through an airport for me…”
“At 22, when I still thought I knew almost everything, I thought I was ready. I thought I understood marriage. I expected it to be predictable, expected that when we said, “I do,” we would stroll through a pair of grand double doors and enter a story that was waiting for us to take our place as its central characters. I didn’t realize that before we could occupy our story, we had to write it from the beginning…”
“Alex and I recently started doing something new…
When we’re going out to dinner, instead of meeting at home first, we now meet at the restaurant. Here’s why…”
“If you would have asked me that night what we’d be doing on our five year anniversary, I would have guessed that we’d be living in some gorgeous house, perhaps a renovated bungalow is the choicest part of town; maybe we’d have one kid; and for the evening of our anniversary perhaps we’d travel to Paris, or maybe to Mendoza, Argentina, one of our favorite destinations.
Instead, on Saturday we found ourselves driving our messy, beat-up minivan full of kids to vigil Mass (where our children dedicated themselves to acting as much like untamed monkeys as possible), then going home to eat rice and beans for dinner…”
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