As anyone who has been married for any substantial amount of time (and that ranges from fifty-eight minutes to fifty-eight years) knows, there are times when the tide is in and there are times when the tide is out. There are times when everyone is getting along fine but that's about it- getting along (and hey! that can be a miracle and a very fine thing) and there are times when you look at the laundry basket and wonder, why am I washing this person's socks and who is he and does he really live here?
And then there are those times in which for no discernible reason whatsoever you just fall head-over-heels in love with that person again and you cherish that person so much you just sort of want to die now and not have to ever deal with the grief of possibly being separated by eventual whatevers that life inevitably throws your way and you don't want to be more than five feet away from them and you want to kiss them all the time and you're laughing and you're joking and you are cherishing each other and the love you share.
Last night Mr. Moon and I had a martini and we discussed how when people fall in love they say, "I want to be with you forever. I want us to grow old together and for us to sit on the front porch and watch our grandchildren play."
And how it is something so incredible when it really happens.
It is worth it all- all of the shit life throws at you and all of the young-age arguments and hormonal fueled problems and the never getting enough sleep when the babies are little and the businesses are new and there's never enough money and then the middle-aged crazies come which are as real as dirt and can be as messy as anything you can even possibly imagine. If you just keep loving each other and believe in that love, it is so worth it. Or at least, it can be. If you are in love with the right person.
As my friend Kerry said when he did a toast at his youngest son's marriage, "May you know the joys of long love."
Those joys are bountiful. They are true.
And they can be delicious.