It is now nine years down the road since Gertrude and I wedded in December of 2005 and sure the several stings of the honeybees in our lives have not taken away the sweetness of the honey. You might wonder what that means? Well, I was told on my wedding day to call my wife honey but also to remember that honey comes from bees and they sting. Our dear son Philemon has been keen to remind me of that statement from our wedding MC several times over, after he had asked me last year why I call his mother honey.
Lately, though, he has tossed another simple question to which I gave a simple answer that nevertheless led to a series of questions: “Why were we not at your wedding daddy? Simple answer; you were not yet born.” Why were we not born?, because we were not married”. Another question comes rolling, “Daddy, did mom choose you or you chose her? Answer: “We chose each other.” Not so satisfied. Sometimes, I am tempted to think that he feels that he missed a moment of joy that he should have shared with us, had he been around.
I wonder what he would ask today if I had the chance of being home with the family for our wedding anniversary? I had promised to be home by this Wednesday but like in every year since we married, save one, I am far away from home and from my beloved wife. And like nearly every Christmas time I am not well – just recovering from a serious viral infection that put me down for several days in the past fortnight. Like, December 2005, though, this December seems to be hot and dry unlike the past eight Christmas holidays which have been quite wet.
I wonder if he might remember something from the wedding video, other than saying, ” Daddy, you carried mom that day; can you carry her again today? Or might remind us from one of his favorite songs, “Restore by Chris August”, about keeping Jesus in the middle of our marriage so that the neighbors will have nothing to listen to. That was the MC’s advise to us on our wedding day: He said that in the first year of marriage the wife talks and the husband listens, in the second year the husband talks and the wife listens. And in the third year, they both talk and the neighbors listen, but if keep Jesus in the middle of your marriage, the neighbors will have nothing to listen to.
There is so much to rejoice about, though. Most of all is the fact that we are still one and God has blessed us with lovely children who are like the roses of our life and God has given us the grace to live with the thorns and stings of our lives – for he says we ought to accept both good and evil that he permits in our lives and he also creates both the darkness and the light (Ref. the book of Jeremiah). Note paraphrase is mine.
He has also blessed us with wonderful friends and a humble place that we call home where we can escape from the hustle and bustle of every day life to reflect, fellowship and recover for the next leg of this journey that we call life.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all.