"There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage"
- Martin Luther
Last Saturday, on November 24, 2012 at 11 AM, I married "my perfect." I've had a lot of nicknames for important people in my life and have major issues with duplicating those name, which is why my husband would naturally be a name that I can't exactly top.
For years now, I have been under the impression that society's view of perfection has been perverted into something unobtainable. Perfect is not necessarily with out flaws, yet " having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be." That means something completely different than flawless, at least to me it does. To me, perfect is the exact ingredients (characteristics) needed. So, my husband is "my perfect" because he is everything I need in the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.
Many people, greet newly weds with the question, "So, how does it feel?" To what, for a few days now, was very hard for me to answer. In response to most people, I told them that it didn't feel any different or I responded with "it feels weird." I felt like, I was letting people down so I decided to take some time to dig a little deeper. In my dig, I still didn't find anything profound to say about my feelings after marriage, but what I did notice is this unfaltering peace.
The peace I felt was the same peace that met me at the alter, when it was time to say I do. That same peace that came during our first sitting together. It was a peace that surpasses my understanding of the things right before me, behind me, or well into my future. There was comfort in knowing that this was "it" and it was "perfect." Perfect because I've seen glimpses of his worst and I made a commitment to love him through that. Perfect because he's seen me in lights, I wouldn't dear let anyone else see, and he still calls me beautiful. Perfect because I've seen him and I love every part of it. Perfect because the parts that I don't like, still don't turn me away.
Marriage seems like this journey of commitment to the worst in someone, who you're completely nude with, physically, emotionally, mentally, and physically, with an expectation to be hurt and still give them your best. A major trust game. I think it's easy to love someone and commit to all the wonderful things about them but the worst? That's when things get real.
I'm just happy to say that I married my best friend. I'm happy that our wedding went the way we planned it and the honeymoon was amazing. I'm excited for what life will bring. I'm proud to carry his last name and I hope that I can be the wife he needs and wants.
Pray for me y'all. I'll be praying for us too.
