|Photo by M. Williams|
I am joining with The Gypsy Mama for a five minute un-edited free-write.
It begins so easily. All infatuation and romance, breathless anticipation, dates, phone calls, just being together. Only we two existing in the world of our own creation.
Wedding bells ring, flower petals fall, honeymoon days and nights continue long after the suitcase is unpacked. All is a blur of bliss and oneness.
But eventually the hard loving begins. The love that must overlook, ignore, let it go, forgive. This love is anything but easy. It can grind and grate and before long the honeymoon days seem like a fantasy of someone else's life. Suddenly the third member of the sacred union must intervene - the two that knelt before the altar now need more than they alone can provide.
But the surprise is that the hardest love is the most rewarding, fulfilling, uniting love. It is grown up, wrinkled, worn in love and it is so good because it is hard won.