Marriage is a beautiful thing. I see it as an expression of the relationship that Christ desires with the church. It is a marvelous mystery.
The thing about marriage is its exclusivity; intimacy that includes sexuality, but extends far beyond it. I do things with my husband I do with no one else. Repeatedly doing things with only him has developed a whole encyclopedia of non-verbal communication. It is a marvelous mystery.
My body. I see flaws. But my husband sees perfection. I will never be in a magazine or on a movie screen. According to any standard, I am flawed. I can expertly send myself into a spiral that rivals those of any self-respecting/loathing American woman by just looking at this lame-ass body of mine. But when my body is in Brian's arms, joined to his in friendship and love, it is perfect. It is a marvelous mystery.
I am thankful for my married life. This is a time where we have a lot of anniversaries, celebrating the day we met, our first date, that kind of thing. Our wedding anniversary is right around the corner. Our first year together was this crazy, unadvisable whirlwind of leaning on one another. I don’t know how we survived it. It is a marvelous mystery.