It's a lot of tears
Marriage is hard.
You can't really know someone before you commit.
And then someone changes
Or someone doesn't.
It's what you have
For better or for worse.
There are a lot of betters
There are a lot of worsts.
This is life
This is love.
It's what we are called to do.
Persevere
Giving up is never an option.
We get older.
We get set in our ways.
I'm okay. Your okay.
We get comfy in our complacency.
We get a glimpse of the fleeting nature of it all.
We always reach out to grab it and then just let it slip through our fingers.
The truth is that for every smiling Facebook photo op
there are 10,000 tears and heartaches behind it.
We are brave.
Those of us who make it past 30 years.
At that point we must be reasonable thinkers.
So much of it is freaking hard
But so much easier than starting over for sure.
I never envy the young.
I would never want to do over one minute of it.
Because I would make the same exact choices.
Because love is irrational, unexplained, everlasting.
