The Master of Ceremonies for my cousin's wedding called into the microphone that all married couples must come to the dance floor and then the music commenced. We obediently took our places and swayed to the music in our spouse's arms, questioning each other what this was all about. After a minute, the MC announced that if any couple had been married for less than a year, they must exit the dance floor. A little bit later, she called on anyone married three years or less to remove themselves. She slowly whittled us down in increments of about two years until there were only a few couples left. My husband and I looked around and laughed, feeling very conspicuous that we were still dancing, along with my aunt and uncle a few older couples. The MC continued to call out numbers as the guests looked on in amazement. Bewildered, she leaned into the mic and exclaimed, "I'm actually so shocked! Can they [marriages] really last that long?" When she said, "Less than twenty?" we danced on, as we had agreed that being a mere one month from twenty years made us anniversary-worthy :) Then she jumped to twenty-five and we threw our arms down and laughed our way back to our chairs.
If we had been able to sit down with the MC and share how God took two broken people and put them back together, we would have. We don't boast in our own ability to pull off twenty years of marriage, we praise Jesus because we would never have made it this far without Him.
As we celebrate Father's Day, I'm also reminded that this man is an intentional, attentive, loving daddy to our kids.
Happy Father's Day, Terry.
I will remain on the dance floor of life with you for as long as we both shall live.
