You think that's love. Then, when you decide to get married, and you are committed to each other, that's where the true love begins. It's not selfish anymore. You give your whole life to the other person. . . your time, talents, friendship, nurturing, every little characteristic you have now belongs to the one you love.
I am dedicating this blog to my incredible husband of 3 years, Carl. His patience, humor, leadership, and honoring of his marriage covenants have impressed me from day one. He just gets better and better with age. And I love him.
Carl wrote this poem for me just before our son, Jude, was born. I love the depth of his introspection, and I can't even get through the first two stanzas before I'm crying. This poem exemplifies true love, and I feel so honored that he wrote it for me!
When, I, as a child, to earth did come
The number to which I belonged, was One
--One King of The Mountain, alone I would be
--One winner of all things I wanted for me
--One boy to be cared for—my needs to sustain
--One boy to be heard—all my joy and my pain
And what’er the problems of others might be
The real ones counting—they added to me
For when weighing the listings of tasks to be done
Important ones seemingly upheld my ONE
And all was quite perfect, for shouldn’t it be
That that which was worthwhile supported my Me?
And life, I had figured, was fantastic and fun
As long as it nurtured the concept of One
And then came the day that I flew into you
My One bursting into a beautiful Two
For two on life’s lakes far outshines the one
Bearing twice the joy with a bigger sun
And ideas of One: so soon surpassed
By the wholeness of us two, at last
And blessed with your love I’ve grown stone sure
That I’ll return to One no more
For like a weak broth has One become
Next the banquet of Two—its joy and its sun
--The best part of me I’ve now offered to you
As I’ve happily rambled this world of Two
For even in moments when wand’ring apart
I now beat for Two, within my heart
And my anthem become something much richer and true
By embracing the treasure of living for Two
And to this moment we’ve come at last
When our love of two has been surpassed
Like a conqu’ring sea against the shore
Our family’s love now beats for more
So to us, my love, no wonder it be
That the marvel of Two now blossoms to Three
And like the castle on bulwarks stands
The pow’r of three it takes command
O’er an accounting of life’s most important of parts
And affixes them, soundly, within our hearts
No longer partakers alone will we be
But Creators and Stewards to care for our Three
And I wonder—though trav’ling lands mystic and tall
If this won’t be our greatest adventure of all?
--One to out-do the luster of life’s former shines?
--One to forge a foundation outlasting mere time?
Yes, a symphony much more complete will life be
In tending our priceless garden of Three
And so now, with hands held, and hearts free to soar
We shall nurture our Three, God’s entrustment of More
And to you—my love—all respect do I give
The purpose and reason I now choose to live
For life’s greatest treasures I attribute to you
My perfect, miraculous treasure of Two
For what’er life’s torrents might possibly be
With you at my side, we’ll now revel in Three.
Isn't that incredible? Besides being really hot, Carl is also SMART! In fact, I had a dream last night that we were at church, and I went into the bathroom, and there was a man in there having a heart attack (it was a dream, that's why there was a man in the womens' bathroom, you know, one of those weird unexplainable things). Well, I got kind of scared because I knew I had to put my training into practice, and I just called out, "Help!". Carl was the only one that heard me, and he ran into the bathroom and immediately started CPR while I was timidly fiddling with toilet paper or something. I only mention this dream because it is symbolic of our marriage. When I am hesitant or confused on how to do something, Carl seems to know exactly how to take charge and take care of it. He saved that guy's life in my dream, just like he's saved me too many times to count. He is what a man is supposed to be. . . a protector, a leader, a sense of security.
Here are some pictures I love. . .
The man I love with our little son on his blessing day
Carl took this picture of our blooming orchid. What I love about this orchid is that Carl has had it as long as we've been married, but just this year, the year our first child was born, did it bloom.
Our little family together on Jude's blessing day, just a few weeks ago.
Thank you for letting me tell you why I love Carl so much. I hope that everyone who reads this will understand what a blessing true love is, and what a miraculous and divine institution marriage is. There are a lot of things people do to feel like they're married, i.e. shacking up, spending the night, buying each other groceries and steak dinners, but there is NOTHING as sacred, honorable, and beautiful as the real thing. And I am the luckiest woman in the world to be married to my One True Love for time and all eternity.