Marriage Moats- Sound of Music

Published: Mon, 05/05/14

 
Marriage Moats

Caring for Marriage
Sound of Music
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Photo: Joy Feerrar  
My kids' high school put on the Sound of Music. It was fabulous. The set of the Von Trapp villa drew applause even before any actors came out. Maria's voice sounded like it belonged in the Alps, but thankfully she's local. I teared up several times during My Favorite Things, and I Must Have Done Something Good. It was delightful watching the story of two people realizing their hearts nestle together like a hand in a glove. 

Earlier that day I went to a tea party in honor of my grandmother's birthday, and my aunt read love letters from their courtship. As my grandparents' affection gradually grew, they agreed that it would be appropriate to hold hands once a week. Pop pop was headed toward the ministry, until the depression hit. There was a basket of photographs of Grandma Rose, and we were invited to take one home. She had twelve children and over eighty grandchildren. One of her newest great-great granddaughters was there to bring sweetness to all of us. 

It feels nourishing to hear about love stories that encompasses trust in God. He is often left out of those decisions. Years ago I listened to a man whose marriage is a nine on the difficulty scale, considering financial problems, death, physical health and job insecurity. He told me that he believes God led him to this marriage, and that is proof enough that he should stay. 

There is a charming period in childhood when kids believe that their parents know what they are doing. I know I did. It is couched between the toddler penchant for running when mom says stop, and the teenage years when "You may not" ignites "Yes I will". My twins are still in the valley between those two mountains, and have been known to call and ask if they can have a soda at a friend's house. As if I would even know. Occasionally my adult kids will ask what I think they should do, which astounds me. But then I remember that I considered my dad to be the wisest man on earth, and called him when life got confusing long into my forties. He is still wise, and I would still ask but he no longer has a landline. 

But come to think of it, I bet he keeps an eye on me. 
Love, 
Lori

Caring for Marriage