A River in a Time of Dryness

January 12th, 2006
Marriage

I used to think that one of the downsides to being in a stable marriage is knowing you’ll never fall in love again. I mean, really, passionately in love. When your every cell is supercharged with life, and the whole earth feels renewed with promise.

Truth be told, I didn’t even experience that kind of heady power before I got married. At least, not to the extent that I knew was possible, in fabled theory. Happy as I was after the big “yes,” part of me felt that I had missed out on the stuff of legends. Period.

Thankfully, I was wrong.

Which is more wonderful — discovering such love after nearly thirteen years of marriage, at the very moment when the relationship hits a pinnacle of crisis?

Or conceiving, in the midst of it all, a child, who will live forever as a token of that discovery?

Or realizing, nearly a year later, that the rush of the river, although seemingly tamed by exhaustion and life-grind, flows just as surely still?

Or grasping the stunning truth that grace, and mutual desire, will bring untold length and depth to the water, worlds without end?

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