I grew up fearing I’d never get married. Does everyone worry about that, or is it just me? I don’t know. But in my case, I had just reason to worry: I had always been awkward around boys. I went on a grand total of one date in high school. I need Remedial Girl Skills for hair, nails, makeup, etc. And I have this outspoken tendency that’s not too attractive once I get ranting. I can curb it for a while, and I tried to on my (infrequent) dates, but I always knew that whoever I married would need to listen to me rant and not be repulsed by my strongly-held, loudly-articulated opinions.
All this is why I am awed when I think about my husband, and about our wedding day eight and a half years ago. I half-expected that I’d never get married, but instead I was led to find someone who feels as grateful for me as I do for him. I’m grateful not just to be married (despite my insecurities, I wasn’t going to marry just anybody), but to be married to a man who makes me laugh, who vacuums, who plays the piano and sings, who edits my writing. Oh, and he listens to me rant too.
Melissa Dalton-Bradford’s poem Sailing to Manti, written for her husband on their twenty-second anniversary, expresses beautifully that sense of awe I feel. Read it, and tell me about your husband, and why you love him.