I pause for a moment...
Something must be wrong with me. It just has to be the weather. It's been raining four days here and I've been cooped up with nothing but "Stop, Bubba!" Or my favorite: "Mommy, Sissy's not being nice to me." Hmmm....I'm wouldn't be nice either if I was being picked on. But I digress....
Back to being sentimental....or was it back to the coffee? I am due for another cup. The kids are getting faster or my caffeine is wearing off. It's usually the second...
No, no. It's definitely back to being sentimental. And while I'm in this sentimental mood I was reading (and laughing so hard I was crying) through a Dear Friend's weekly Hodgepodge on her blog. Her answer to question number two, which included a quote from Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice, disagreed with the idea that happiness in marriage is NOT by chance.
Well, here. I'll just put the question and her answer here for you to read. Then head on over to her blog, Jill Boyd's Place, to laugh until you cry right along with the rest of us at her answers to the other eight random questions.
2. Since this is volume 84 of the Wednesday Hodgepodge, and since I got married in 1984, and since I'm attending a wedding this weekend it only seems right to post something related here.
"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life."
Agree or Disagree. Why?
Happiness, especially related to love and marriage, is a choice, not a chance. Some days you wake up next to your special someone and feel grateful that you're with such a wonderful person. Other days (especially when you're picking up their dirty socks for the 100th time or enduring yet another session of the Outdoor Channel) you have to consciously make the choice to continue loving them. The big shock is, they have to make that same choice about you each day, and it isn't always easy no matter who is doing the choosing. It's not whether or not you know all their defects, or even if they know all of yours. It's whether or not you choose to see the defects when you look at them, or whether you choose to see the wonderful person you fell in love with in spite of the defects.
Just a thought...a rather sentimental thought!