You know that part of the wedding where the priest says, “And two shall become one?” I think I have it figured out.
In our 20′s the promise of marriage meant legal and unbridled oneness without recourse from our parents or the church. Kids, jobs, and years later, that promise of oneness sometimes lacked a bit of luster. Guy had obviously inhaled too much of the deck stain fumes. I was a little curious to find out what he was thinking.
Well, he said, getting back to the job of staining, my knees are bad, your shoulder is weak, my back is sore, your neck bothers you. Between us, we are only one fully functional person. Good thing we still have a few spare parts between us.
Take note all of you soon-to-be-wed: Two shall become one was never a promise. It was a warning!
