973 Free marriage advice (well worth the price) 03-13-21

What can the quarterback,

when he can no longer zing

a frozen rope , 64 yards, into the waiting hands of a sprinting wide-receiver

while his cheerleading, worshipful, wonderful wife

performs backflips and splits in the owners box,


Brag to her about last seasons touchdowns?

What can the Philosophy Prof,

when the lust she felt for her stay-at-home husband

cools after she birthed their third daughter

and Kant and Hume can’t settle down

to a home cooked supper, anymore,

without terminal boredom setting in,


What can the preachers wife,

when her evening worship partner

can’t even muster his version of the Lords prayer

and she knows that he knows something is wrong

but doesn’t seem to care,


We ask,

who is this person with whom we

charged the alter

half a life ago?

How do we love the one we loved

but now they’re different,


To whom can we say, “I do”

when we can not know who this loved one

will be in a decade?

In a month?


We can’t.


we marry what this person might become

in twenty, thirty years.


we marry a fish with whom we wish to swim,

knowing she may grow legs.

And though she talked about walking on water


she’s come to prefer

strolling old, country roads,


And broiling Salmon on the grill


And THAT, dear ones,

is the gamble hidden in the wedding vow.

Can we say,

“I shall love the you

you might become

thirty years from now,

when you’re sixty three

and I can’t recall

the you you used to be

and I won’t mind that

at all.”


You can include in your vows

a prenuptial, totally legal, ten-year-renewal – (or not) – option,

no questions asked.


You can walk back down the aisle

dragging a corpse.


You can walk neither up nor down

any aisle at all.



since you’re sure you love him


since you know you love her


take the bet!

You can’t miss,

especially since you really like

the way they kiss.

It’s as good a reason as you’re ever

likely to get.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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