I am connected to so many varied circles of people and it occurs to me that most of them only know that part of me that connects me to them. My neighbors know me as the guy with the near perfect lawn (sure). My church friends know me as the irritating guy that won’t stop asking questions. My musician friends know me as the guy who hardly plays anymore. My work friends know me as the guy who gets things done at work (or not 🙂 ). My running buddies know me as the slow old man. Drew knows me as the webmaster (see Danny’s Ride). My kids know me as their flawed dad who loves them dearly.
But there’s one who knows me better than anyone else. She’s the one who puts up with me when I’m in a bad mood. She tolerates my musical taste. She listens to me whether I’m dreaming up one of my crazy schemes or overwhelmed with the problems of life. She laughs at my jokes (sometimes). She knows my vulnerabilities and my hot buttons. She not only knows I am broken but knows how broken I am, and she loves me in spite of it all.
I was moved to tears last Saturday as I read these words of Ruth Bell Graham (wife of Billy Graham) writing about her 64 years of marriage…
“We have often said that we would not choose to go back to some of the early days of our marriage. Too often, early love is a mirage built on daydreams. Love deepens with understanding, and varying viewpoints expand and challenge one another. So many things improve with age. Those who abandon ship the first time it enters a storm miss the calm beyond. And the rougher the storms weathered together, the deeper and stronger real love grows.”
Thirty one years is not nearly long enough. I’m thinking we should give it 31 more, just to see if we are compatible. What do you think, Sweetie?