In Sickness…
January 28, 2009
So April and I have been sick for a while…it seems like it was Christmas (for me…April’s been sick off and on since October) when it first hit. It’s held on with a slimy grip, not in a “I’m on death’s doorstep” sort of way, but more like a “I feel worn out and need lots of sleep” fashion. It’s been a pain, to say the least, especially since we’ve been feeling like this for over a month now. I felt pretty good over the weekend, but after visiting my folks in SC, we came back home and things went downhill Sunday evening. My body was drained of energy and I was coughing constantly, with the snotworks on full blast. April felt the same way and we both ended up missing two days of work.
Why share this, other than the obvious grab for sympathy?
Because it hit me, as I was resting and spending time with April, that this is what marriage is all about. It’s finding joy in being knocked flat on your back and finding your best friend laying down with you to keep you company. It’s looking at the woman who has promised her life to you, sitting on the couch, not a lick of make-up on and unshowered for a couple of days…and seeing the deepest image of beauty in the world. It’s loving the simple pleasure of sharing one another’s company, even when you’re both feeling like crap.
Now you might dismiss these thoughts as the asthmatic-induced fever dreams of a newlywed…but we’ve got a few years under our belts. Not a ton, but enough to know that the utter emotional high of the wedding day won’t last forever. And that’s the point. It doesn’t last forever. But if you’re blessed and you work hard at it, that high gets replaced with something stronger and more abiding. It’s transformed into true love. That’s where the “ordinariness” of everyday life in marriage becomes something worth celebrating.
To be sure, April and I have a lot yet that we want to do: travel, minister, write our own music, have a few more kids. We definitely haven’t arrived and we’re still spurring each other on to new things…but I think I’m beginning to get a glimpse of what those vows we took 4 1/2 years ago actually meant. It’s a dark and a wondrous thing.