Loving Remix

Editor’s Note: Happy summer gentle readers! I have not forgotten you or these blog pages, but when the weather beckons, who am I to decline??

Anyway, this post was written last June after my nephew married his charming bride. Weddings always stir emotional feelings of love and admiration, leaving me starry-eyed and swooning over my groom of 18.5 years. Recently, I’ve been bursting with love and appreciation for my spouse, now more so than ever, which strikes me as weird and wonderful all the same. Clearly, I loved my spouse on my wedding day, yet, it feels a million times stronger today – and who am I to question why we love love so much? 

A funny thing happened after attending a recent wedding and witnessing the pure love and adoration between the young bride and groom – it reawakened my own love with my groom of nearly 18 years.

I preface by saying, my marriage is already solid and comfortable and happy, but it never ceases to amaze me the fierce love that stirs after witnessing a new couple in their life-long pledge to one another.

Which begs the question, “Why do we love love?”

Why do we love a good love story?

Why do we cry at weddings?

Why does our chest feel warm tugs when witnessing the pledge of love?

Because love breathes at the core of who we are when we display true and authentic emotions, unafraid of disclosing our deepest desires.

Because we realize the journey is greatly enriched when shared. When each new step is not taken alone, but rather in tandem with our life-partner.

Because we recognize life is indeed an adventure and the road is paved with days of richer and poorer and sickness and health and good times and hard times.

Because we are meant to take this journey with a partner.

What begins with a ceremony, and all the pomp and circumstance of cutting cakes and first dances, slowly grows into something more. Something deeper. Something I never expected.

Over the years, day by day, love grows. From the birth of children, first steps, the tooth fairy and Santa Clause to the tragic loss of parents, best friends, houses on the mountain, and health concerns, high blood pressure, failing eyesight and snoring. {Oh, Lord the snoring.}

Yet, with each of these life events, with each breath, you become closer to your spouse. You begin to wonder what you would ever do without them. Their essence becomes interwoven with your own, and you get to the point where a single look speaks more loudly than words.

Upon waking Sunday morning – the morning after the Wyoming Wedding - with my messy bed-head and puffy eyes, I gazed at Sexy Hubby, his messy bed-head lying upon a pillow next to me. I felt happy.

Happy that I still feel the passion, the desire, and the deep and unbinding love that keeps me warm on cold Montana nights {of which, there are plenty!}

Love.

At the beginning, it looks like this…

And, if you’re lucky, fast forward 18 years, and it looks something like this…

And if I had to do it all over again, indeed I’d say “I do.”