“What do you think? Is it a miraculous love?”
All my life, though I haven’t always recognized or admitted it, I’ve admired my sisters. Their spirits and kindness inspire others and draw friends to them in droves. We haven’t all had smooth lives. We’ve made mistakes and really stupid decisions, but all of those mistakes and decisions led us to where we are now.
Take my younger sister for example. She’s always had a responsible streak. She’s been a hard worker and her morals have always been on the right track, even when she went through a party phase of her life that I have never fully understood, probably because I spent that same age as a new mommy. She has always been true to herself and her friends and family, but after last weekend I have to admit that she wouldn’t be where she is now without that phase. She met several new people in that party phase of her life. Some of them have gone different ways. Some have stuck. Some helped lead her to the amazing man she just married.
Watching her get ready to walk down the aisle, then watching her say I Do, it hit me just how great she and her new husband are together. They balance each other out. They make each other laugh. They look at each other (even when the other isn’t looking back) with love and respect. They drive each other crazy and argue passionately over who’s going to mop the floor. They work as a well-oiled team. They’re great friends.
Every one of these things I have witnessed in their relationship (the same things I’ve seen in my older sister’s marriage and my own) made me realize how miraculous love is.
The love I saw shining in my sister’s eyes this last weekend is the same love I I hope my children hold out for and it’s the love I try to put on the pages of my stories. It’s certainly the love I hope I weaved into Her Miracle Man.
After all, what’s more miraculous after all than finding the person who completes you? Who will always stand by your side and support you? Who will pick up when you’re at your lowest and show you that there’s more to life.