On Monday, Hubby and I will celebrate our 41st anniversary. We have had good years, hard years, years that felt like days, only days.
We are together, partly because we love each other, partly because we are committed to each other, and partly because we are too bullheaded to give up on each other.
We have shared the joy of birthing two beautiful sons, the crushing blow of the one that didn't survive but a few months of the pregnancy.
We have survived the olympic task of raising two successful precious sons. Oh my. We were almost always on the same page in raising them ... almost.
We have survived moves... so many different locations. And with did it with the 'bloom where you are planted' philosophy. Ok, bloom where you have been transplanted.
We have survived - our relationship has survived, while some days holding on by the most delicate of threads...spiderweb delicate.
There were days of such joy! Times of such sadness.
We were able to care for parents...as they aged and then left us.
We were able to give shelter to children whose parents had discarded them.
We have survived ghosts from our pasts and near terminal illness and cancers.
We are married. I'm sure the story is different for each couple, but the threads that bind are similar. My parents were married 47 years before my dad lost my mom. Steve's over 50 before his dad died. We had a wonderful longevity of heritage to model. Were their relationships perfect, oh my no. But they were committed. And they worked out the issues as they arose.
This is how we live, as two people who knock heads now and then...and remember the love we have in our lives.
This is what I would like to say to our bishops as they say that somehow, if my son marries a partner, the act of that marriage will water down the sacrament for others. That Sacrament, that commitment is part of how we survived the days when one or both of us was not 'acting very lovably.'
That Sacrament would help anyone who tries to live in a committed relationship. It should not be denied simply because there are two brides or two grooms.
Others honor our marriage, our commitment, because it is public, it was blessed, and it is easy to support. I would suggest that all our children deserve the chance to have this blessing... and I wonder why anyone would suggest that two adults who love each other should have to hide that love from the world.
We celebrate our anniversary in prayer for our children. That someday our church fathers understand that they model love in a way that is inspiring to us, that reminds us 'in good times and bad, in sickness and health' that we are all the same. Our love helps us survive the events in our lives that cause us to reach for someone to hold onto. And gives us that beloved relationship that models the love our Father has for us.
I pray someday the world understands this should not just be a bond for those born with opposite gender attraction. All God's Children, all born in His image, all born with a need for love.