“Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years.”
This quote intrigues me because my immediate thought is, “what are our threads?” There are the incidental things, of course, like the fact that we both love to watch sports (yes, Pete feels lucky). We have the same taste in movies, in pastimes, in restaurants. So we don’t have those teeny little chafing issues that some couples have. Spending time together is pretty darn easy.
But the threads are really, I believe, the experiences we’ve been through together. The things that have changed our lives and forced us to hang on tighter to each other to make sure we don’t get torn apart.
Seven years of Pete in seminary.
The miscarriage we had in our third year of marriage, before we’d had any babies. We wondered if it was a sign of things to come (it wasn’t).
The births of each of our two daughters.
The death of my dad.
The failing health of his dad.
The loss of a promising job prospect four years ago.
The roller coaster we’ve been on since we moved to Colorado exactly one year ago today.
My writing dreams beginning to come true.
Basically, we do life together and experience things together–the good, the bad, the ridiculous–until all our memories are sewn and tangled together, like hundreds (thousands!) of tiny threads.