Relaxation.
Well, until my alarm clock goes off with the sound of "Mommy!". And while I wouldn't trade it for the world or have it any other way.. I've caught a serious case of "sleepers block" if you will.
Instead of sleep I find myself wanting to write. And by write I could carry on with enough words about pointless information lately to write a freaking novel.
Also- this sucks when your alarm clock does not have a snooze button and wants to wake you every 5 minutes from a 3 hour slumber.
It may have something to do with the nap I took around 7:30 this evening too...
I've taken 1 more than prescribed of Melatonin and a 800mg of Michaels Ibuprofen. Who knows. I still can't sleep.
God, how wish I could sleep.
So- here I am- bright eyed and messy haired- wondering lately what this thing we call "love" truly is. What's the definition? Is it more than feeling? A knowing from the tips of our toes to the depths of our souls? A piece of paper? Two people? Two hearts? The rings? Vows? Does it take a heart more than days, a few months, or but years to know you know?
Or let's get crazy for a minute, shall we?
Forget the paper, rings, the minister, changing of last names, and let's just say calling you mine and you calling me yours be enough.
Is that enough?
I was raised to believe morally & biblically two people wed under God, witness', and tied together by a judge, preacher, or random ordained homeless guy off the street. And then but only then, you are but finally made as one flesh. You get the picture.
Marriage.
It's what's morally and biblically true and correct? Right?
The vows, the dress, the rings, the ceremony, said ordained homeless man off the street. All of this, just to tie you together?
It's been brought to my attention, that just because my beliefs are BIG- doesn't mean everyone agrees with them.
Well, shit.
That really threw a wrench in my tire.
I've heard that when you figure out that you could spend the rest of your life with someone you want that forever to start immediately.
Uh oh- I've done this before. Got the t-shirt, scars, and everything but the kitchen sink that came along with that (nothing short of a miracle) failure in my life.
When I decided I wanted to be on my own two feet and raise two precious nuggets by myself, I realized..
I hated love, what it had done to me, everything that consisted of it, and I was certain I was NEVER EVER getting married again.
Then that one guy came along and my ONE (top secret) wedding Pinterest board is now perfectly divided into FOUR publicly announced wedding boards- for all the eyes to see.
The Ring. The Dress. The Day. The party.
If only our home were that organized, we'd be in fabulous shape.
Tradition, moral, or biblical breaking-
Is it enough without the things man tells us has to be followed to be considered man and wife in the public eye?
I've pondered this a million times. I've also bugged Michael Shane (bless his heart) a trillion times over that.
Anyone that truly knows me, knows I do not take no for an answer.. Easily, anyways.
I can also be quite stubborn.
Que the gasp! Shocker, I know!
Our love story is love, trust, family, compromise, respect, communication, and most importantly, it is centered around Christ. Nothing more or less.
This is love to us. This is what ties us together and we feel as if we are one already -but- Is it enough?
Im assuming my real question is, is it enough for two people- to make a promise to God, who love each other from the depths of their souls and with their entire being, and promise to be the only one for the rest of their lives.. To Raise a family together, live together, love together- Without the ring (okay- well maybe the ring 😊), the vows, and cooky ordained guy at the alter and still have eternity with Christ?
Give me clarity.
Is it enough?
-C
