Unity, Part III

What a wonderful anniversary - fourteen years is a long time, and yet just a drop in the bucket when it comes to history. We met for dinner tonight at Damon's in the Vista, having steak and playing trivia with the kids - it's really all good, isn't it?

I still look at the monologue at the end of the movie The Story Of Us as a testament to what marriage is supposed to be: even when it's rough, it's still about us, sharing life together in all its glory.

Being together, being united - it's part of how we're made, how relational we are as human beings. God created us in a way that's compatible with each other, and together, we're compatible with others. I'm no longer "just Rick", but I'm a part of "Rick & Vicki", and you can't get through to one without bumping into the other. Our differences make us unique - wow, that's a profound thought - and being together like this has never happened before and will never happen again. The fourteen years of memories we share belong to no one else. Our inside jokes are ginormously hilarious, but you'll have to trust me on that 'cause I ain't tellin'.

I guess my "point" in the midst of my ponderings on "unity" is that she loves me no matter what, and I've given her a good bit of "no matter what" over these years. In finding that God really does love us, and re-discovering that in new and more meaningful ways all the time, we find that we can love each other. We find that we still like to be together, still enjoy hanging out, still grow fonder of each other when we're apart and long for reconnecting when we get back together.