Summer, 1993. Polly, my bride-to-be, and I are at St. John’s Episcopal Church seated across from the Reverend Charles Stuart, the man who would marry us. We had barely settled in our seats when he looked up at us and asked, “So, do you like each other?” We both laughed. He just smiled…and awaited an answer.
What a question — so brilliant in its simplicity. Clearly he knew something we didn’t. Behind Rev. Stuart’s wise smile was the knowledge that the journey we were about to embark on requires more than we could possibly understand. Young people fall hard for one another. The euphoric feeling of finding new love is intoxicating. I remember. Gravity no longer existed when I was around Polly. I had to find a way to make it last. I think I married her first and foremost so that no one else would.
But that euphoria changes, and if you’re patient and fully committed, something more meaningful begins to grow. Love spreads to our children, our family, and to the One who made it all possible.
On August 7, our 19th wedding anniversary, I’ll look back on the day that — without fully understanding the challenge — I looked into the eyes of a beautiful woman and told her no matter what, “I’m for you.”
Today, I’m so thankful that she stuck with me, even when I wasn’t all in, even when I fell short. Today, I’m grateful that no matter what lies ahead, I know who’s at my side.
So, Rev Stuart, I have an answer to your question. It’s the same answer I gave you 19 years ago. Do I like her?
Yes, yes I do.