After 32 years of marriage, and last year’s really harsh events I had decided to surprise my husband with weekend of romance at a secluded get-away for our anniversary. Some things are just not meant to be. I came down with a wicked stomach virus that left me hugging the throw-up can instead of my man! We are talking about a very unsexy look. My hair pulled up in a pony tail as I proceeded to throw-up for 16 hours straight.
So instead of full body massages, walks on the beach, and romantic dinners we spent the weekend trying to hold me together. Not at all what I had envisioned for our special celebration. Instead he took care of me. He brought me ice chips, and Ginger ale. We sat quietly between my constant runs to the bathroom, and talked about the millions of moments that had been entwined into 32 years of marriage. It reminded me of something I had once seen in a movie called “How To Make An American Quilt.”
There is a scene in the movie where Winona Rider’s character is wrestling with the idea of whether she is ready to be married. The whole movie is beautifully written, and it takes you through the other characters individual experiences with their marriages. In one particular scene one of the women in her life brings out a poem that a man had written about marriage.
“Young lovers seek perfection.
Old lovers learn the art of sewing shreds together,
and of seeing beauty in a multiplicity
In life we have very fixed ideas of how we think things should be. Then there are those moments when the Universe sends you free-falling in another direction completely. Reminding us that beauty can be found in even the most unexpected moments. Real romance exists in the unscripted portions of our lives, we just have to be open to seeing them. 😉