As I’ve aged, I’ve observed the life cycle of many marriages and relationships. Very few of these relationships are happy ones. It pains me to realize that even my own parents, though they love each other, do not share the quality of which I speak.
I can’t describe it, but I always know it when I see it.
It’s elusive and magical and the only similarity that carries over from one couple to another is the happiness that radiates from them because from what bore this happiness is as unique and beautiful as the union they share.
I’m always hopeful, but not dependent upon it.
I think that most people want this happiness and for me I know I would embrace it fully, but its pursuit does not make up who I am.
I am not jealous of this quality that I observe in these very special couples. Witnessing it is acknowledging that it exists. And knowing its existence means that that there may be yet another precious gift life may bestow upon me and add to an already amazing life I’ve lived so far.