Between my family and friends I have seen my fair share of lives changed by the united utterance of “I do.” One such time was this past weekend. Two of my more recent friends committed their love and lives to each other, and it was utterly beautiful.
In the midst of their love, there was also a larger scale showing of support. I’m not sure I have ever seen so many friends instead of family take lead on throwing a wedding together, but we did (not to say the family wasn’t involved, just that the brunt of the wedding day set was taken care of by us).
Again, it was beautiful.
Tying that back to me, there’s a term I absolutely love: husbandry. I have always conjured up this image of a farmer being wedded to the land. A man or woman committed to the land through the good and the terrible, in an unshakable relationship.
Maybe that’s why I keep writing. I am wedded to the work in a way more deeply than I had ever comprehended when I started. It’s an overly optimistic obsession (much like farming). And the writing contains my blood, sweat, and tears just as much as the land that I work on.
However, a marriage doesn’t work without support. Just like how my friends and I love and support each other, without their support I would likely not be as far along in my projects as I am now.
I suppose if I were to sum it all up: without commitment rooted in love – the books, the farmland, friendships – all would fail. We need each other. We need commitment. And a wedding is an amazing symbol of that.