If you know the last line of that jingle consider yourself one of my favorite people. Yes, our relationship just hit a new level that quickly. If not, that’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Some people just walk in the light.
Anyhow, let’s get back to business. Love and marriage.
I feel like the subject has found its way into about 85% of my conversations in just the past year and a half or so. And I blame myself (in part) and every one else (equally in part). But with that said, I’d like to just nail a few things in the ground and call it day. I love love. Especially the love between a man and woman. Hope to experience the real thing one day. And marriage, against all odds and in spite all attempts to demolish my every desire, whim, and inkling to enter into such a commitment, I actually believe can be a truly holy matrimony and everything that the human heart hopes it to be. AND (believe it or not) I can quite possibly see myself stepping into that kind of a covenant relationship…eventually.
So now that the cat’s out of the bag…
Let us love—not because it’s expected of us to pair off and make miniature versions of ourselves. Or because we’re scared to be alone (those tend to be the hidden hype behind some unions). Rather let’s gather up our baggage—our daddy issues, fear of commitment, and everything in between—and strip it of all its power to define us. And with that, love and let love. Breathe in. Breathe out. And simply say “come what may…what a beautiful life given me and what great adventure surrounds and awaits”.