Of life and other things one ponders whilst gazing at the sea.
Delightful thing it is, to be married. You have ups. You have downs. You have weirdness. You have absolute perfection, at times. Sometimes, if you did it right, you have anniversaries. Typically, they're annual. Usually they are in one way or another, in some way able to remind you of your perfect day, and bring a little joy of getting another year older, and another year wiser together. It's a thing. It's usually delightful. Then there's the usual tensions of growing up as a human being. You learn how to navigate this life with another one in your mind at all times, and do things for the benefit of each other. Providing, working, and blessing the Lord one and all. Here's my sweet man, my rock and my all. Of course you could be married to an addict. Right? The more I traverse the facebook or twitter feeds, the more I see it. Women and men, both struggling with their spouses, and I mean not all of us have traversed this beautiful, yet broken world, without some
