I have a very large, very Italian family. I say this to let you know that my family is large, and I add the Italian part because being Italian is cool.
Last night one of my cousins was married on the grounds of one of the largest mansions in the United States (top 10), and my wife and I were invited. Our daughters went with friends and after our early morning 40 mile bike ride, a nap, breakfast, another nap. On waking from nap two, we started talking about skipping the wedding to just hang out at home.
My wife had a trip-and-fall the other day and while she’s not quite damaged enough to keep her off a bike, she’s not exactly feeling very awesome either. Still, I knew she wanted to go dancing – it’d been a while and I think it’s even in the Bible somewhere; Thou Shalt take Thy Wife Dancing…
So we decided to go and I suited up, because as a husband, that’s what I do. I like to add “enthusiastically” because that’s how I want my wife to love me, enthusiastically. This works.
The wedding was beautiful. My wife and I always love weddings, remembering the day of our commitment to God, to love each other, enthusiastically, forever.
After a perfectly marvelous dinner and the obligatory wedding party dances, my wife and I danced, and I sang to her as well (yep, I can carry a tune). After the first set of slow songs, the DJ kicked it up a bit…
My brother-in-law and I joined them on the dance floor shortly after those photos were snapped. Because that what we do (and yes, I dance. Think Hitch, as Will Smith instructed, not as Kevin James did).
There once was a time when I wasn’t very enthusiastic about loving my wife. Those were times we struggled. Those were times I live my life on self-will. Those were ugly, repugnant times.
Today, I understand that there is an easy way and hard way to do marriage. The easy way is to shelf my self-will and treat my wife as my Queen, enthusiastically. It’s the only way I get to be King. Enjoyably.