I’ve been thinking about marriage lately. It may be the spring weather (finally), the birds looking for love in all the wrong places, mating for life and so on.
I think it’s the time in my life too, or our collective lives really. Among our friends our kids are mostly all in school (and by school I don’t mean clown school or college, I mean pre-school) and our parents are aging, looking to move, getting the scan or the X-ray or the biopsy. Some have even passed. We are the next “big” then, the next big mortal, permeable, vulnerable thing.
And I began thinking about marriage, how it’s so often like breathing or an old car or not throwing up. It’s one of those things that you’re really not all that grateful for, at least not until it’s jeopardized, by illness or disregard…
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