Love's Not Time's Fool

Eight is Great! We've been married for 8 months today. I know you are thinking, "This silly girl celebrates her marriage every stinkin' month!" Can you blame me? I married the best man in the whole wide world. 

When we first met other couples in Rexburg who had been married 6 months or longer we thought,  "They must know each other so well." Now we've surpassed the 6 month mark, but we still feel like babies getting to know each other. Sometimes we may drive each other nuts and climb up high objects to get away from each other, but we love being together. Speaking of being crazy, Lucas is a little creative about providing. He made our permaculture garden, wants to go pick huckleberries, and he wants to provide all the meat this year from his hunting dreams. I'm trying to be a good sport. I told him I'd cook whatever he brought home.

A few weeks ago as I was getting ready for the day, I almost grabbed his deodorant. He had been using mine, but finally purchased his own. At home I like wearing his gym shorts. I love my husband's good morning kisses and I wait anxiously for him to return home from work. I LOVE BEING MARRIED! 

Mary surprised me today by finishing the quilt she planned to give me for Christmas in 2011. She fits right into the Handy Family, so many projects, so little time. This finished levi quilt with all of her old jeans as a teenager is a sweet 8th month present because now I can have both hands in her jean pockets while I sleep too. 

Many folks warn couples that the first year of marriage is difficult. For us, it has been bitter-sweet. The only thing bitter about my marriage was leaving my mom, I am a momma's boy. Sweet, because Mary is my best friend. She understands me, she tunes me up, and she cares about me. I know that she will make a great momma... but not yet. She is mine to enjoy for a while longer. 

Some say that we are a perfect couple. However, Mary expresses deep feelings of inadequacy as a spouse. I have also been troubled by the many things that I need to do and become as a better spouse and a father. However, we build each other up, and work together to overcome our weaknesses and doubts. I memorized a poem at BYUI in a college poetry class. The sweet message it delivers paints our marriage: 

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

   If this be error and upon me proved,

   I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-Shakespeare 

Lucas Handy