They met at a reunion in Kirtland, Ohio. Sylvia said she thought he had the most kissable lips she’d ever seen. “Grandma!” I exclaimed, shocked and too young to appreciate the gift she was giving me. ‘Twas love at first sight. He took her picture and wrote the date on a leaf. An epic romance. They married during a drought and guests had no rice to throw on the newlywed couple, so folks improvised with oats instead. Theirs was an epic romance that made a difference.
Marriage is hard. My mother divorced and remarried. Twice. Divorced again. When my own marriage floundered, the example of an epic romance tethered me, and God swooped in to save the day like the real action hero we know Him to be. After all, Bill and I didn’t promise to always love each other; we promised to always stay together. Some days we don’t feel the love, we practice it.
We know the statistics. Fifty percent of all marriages fail, but did you know that the percentage increases in second and third marriages? That first tendency to throw in the towel sets a couple up for continued failure. In our country alone, there is a divorce every 36 seconds. That’s painful to read, isn’t it? It’s time to stem the tide.
Our children need to see epic romances. Children whose parents are happily married experience a fourteen percent drop in divorce. The facts speak for themselves. Men, always woo your honey. Ladies, always strive to spoil your honey with kindness. “A good marriage requires falling in love over and over again…with the same person.” (Mignon McLaughlin) Perhaps Barbara De Angelis said it best: “Marriage is not a noun; it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get. It’s something you do.” The little things that keep sparks flying are also noticed by little eyes, who are learning about life. About marriage, about real romance. About epic romances.