In those early days, love was easy. That’s what I miss—the effortlessness, the organic way it grew. It was something to fall into, something that just happened, oops! A lovely accident. But marriage is not that. It’s purposeful. It’s a mountain to climb, one that leaves me winded every day. There have been injuries and bad weather. And there’s nothing but darkness and mystery on the other side. But I’ve got to keep climbing.
