With that in mind, HH and I begin our fourth marriage today – to each other.
First Marriage: Three Churches. A Birth. A Death. An Eventful Move.
Second Marriage: Two More Births. Two Miscarriages. Three More Deaths. Co-Pastoring. Not Co-Pastoring. 16 years of Public Schools. Two Dogs. Lifelong Friends. Soccer Fields. Lacrosse Fields. Field Hockey Fields.
Third Marriage: Empty Nest. Central Time Zone. One Church/92 Churches. That PCUSA Thing. Two Years of Breakfast with Faces.
Fourth Marriage: Downsizing. Freedom. Old Dog. New Adventures.
Life together changes with the years and the seasons. There are joys and there is brokenness and there is a lot in between. I love what Brene Brown says about the myth of the 50-50 relationship. (It’s definitely a myth.)
A lot about marriage involves luck and grace and God and magic and miracles. We happen to make it to this point for some reason and it doesn’t make us better or smarter. But the truth is that life often involves multiple marriages – sometimes to the same person.
Old coffee cups. New venue.