our newlywed days held strife. I wanted all the attributes of a godly man in his forties or fifties, with little understanding of what those men walked through in their twenties and thirties to get there. I wanted a hero and a best friend, a man with strong arms to carry me through my weakness and a strong heart to process his. I wanted him to have wisdom beyond his years and the playfulness of youth. And I desperately needed to feel his fierce, unwavering commitment to me, despite my demanding and unrealistic expectations of him.
