Let me preface this column by saying this: my wife (I have to get used to saying that) and I not only waited sexually in every way (no, we didn’t pull the Bill Clinton and technically avoid “sex” sex,) but we didn’t shack up as live-ins and most importantly, we courted each other in a way that was consistent with our publicly professed values.
We did it right.
Our wedding was perfect. Our wedding night was nothing short of amazing. I write this on a plane heading into a tropical paradise with the most beautiful woman to have walked the planet earth. I know everybody says that their bride was the “most beautiful in the world.” They’re wrong. I win.
I have nothing against your abstinence choice. Cool, mate. That’s a personal choice.
But you “win”? You did “marriage right”?
You know you’re just getting started? Right?
Marriage is a marathon. As a married person, a particularly slow marathon runner, and a skilled wielder of obvious sports metaphors, I can tell you this: you’re just out of the gates.
A wedding is one day. Marriage is every day.
You haven’t won a thing. You threw a wedding and got laid, accomplishments that are available to anyone with a little cash and some spare time. Congratulations.
Now go be a good husband continuously for a while – say, the rest of your life – and then you can write and be smug about it.
(PS In between the lines I’m saying don’t write again.)
(Via my wife, who I love more every day)
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