"To love another person is to see the face of God."
-- Victor Hugo
I am sorry for my prolonged absence from posting regularly. I have been traveling and performing and wedding-ing. I have not had much time to simply pause and reflect until this moment.
Yesterday afternoon, I attended the wedding of two beautiful young people. My nephew and his fiance. It was a day of sun and warmth and joy. They got married in a garden filled with the sound of laughter, waterfall, insects. I love being witness to the beginning of something wonderful. It provides me with a healthy dose of happiness and hope.
Life is all about choices. We choose what time to get up in the morning. What to have for breakfast. What the day will entail--working or reading or poet-ing or walking the dog. We also choose who to spend those 16 or 18 waking hours with. Children or coworkers or family. Most importantly, as the day draws to a close, a lucky person returns home to someone who gives meaning to everything, even the smallest moments. Making a bed. Tying shoes. Opening mail.
Of course, having this kind of day/life is a choice. Finding love is about opening yourself up. And it's also about making the choice to persevere, even in the face of incredible trials. Marriage is not a sprint. It's not always filled with the first blush of passion. Those hot, breathless hours of infatuation. No. Marriage is a ultra-marathon, filled with meadows and mountains. Cool streams in which to swim naked. Desert roads to walk down. hand-in-hand
It is important to make the choice to say "I do" to someone you love. It's even more important to stick by that person, in the face of anything--loss, temptation, depression, despair. To keep saying "I do." Because "I do" doubles the joys life provides, and it halves the sorrows. I realize that this is a cliche, but it is a cliche that I firmly believe. You simply don't give up on love.
That is why being witness yesterday when my nephew and his now wife said "I do" makes me happy. Hopeful. Love is sacred. Even after close to 25 years, I still feel the same way about my wife. Those years have been filled with pain and heartache. But they've also given me so much joy, so much laughter.
When I look into my wife's eyes, feel her arms around me, I really do see the face of God.
I wish the same thing for my nephew and his beautiful bride today. Hold each other tight, in times of joy and in times of tremendous loss. Look into each other's eyes. You will see God looking back at you.
Saint Marty sends you his love.
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