My brain has gone back into honeymoon mode. For the past week, I've been blown away by the fact that I'm married!
Apparently, so have my parents. My dad told me on the phone the other night (and this is as emotive as he gets): "I can't believe that you don't live here, anymore, Jay. I guess it hasn't fully soaked in."
No, I suppose it hasn't for me, either. I'm living with my best friend--my dearest companion as long as we live. Really?! This has to be a dream. Chris is my completion. He comes home to me, we squeeze onto the rocking chair together, he does the dishes when I'm stressed, we get in car wrecks together, I make him a sandwich for work, we burn food together, he brings me
flowers, I hang up his coat.
The whole thing is a strange and colorful dance.
I feel like we're much better at it now than we were four months ago.
How much more wonderful will it be in 10 years? 25? 60, God willing?
Five years ago, I wrote a song saying, "Love is a curse." Now, through all the Lord has done, I declare that love is a grand and glorious thing!