The Last Man

In bed at nine thirty tonight I realized… I am old…not necessarily numerically I mean let’s be honest 28 is the new 18 but in attitude I am old. I try to make sure we are all in bed by ten. I wake up at night to pee. No one is allowed to make any noise in our house from 2pm till 4ish. I watch documentaries and nature shows and I cry. I LIKE the easy listening station. I am old and I believe already set in my ways. I am an old married person.
When I kissed my husband today I realized, this man is the last man I will ever kiss for the rest of my life. The thought had never really occurred to me before and I was surprised at how it made me feel. Sitcoms and Movies would have us believe that this feeling is negative. To only kiss one person for the rest of your life is a death sentence or at least boring, this is what they would have us believe. And granted every kiss is not the first…it’s better. Life with a faithful husband in a loving marriage is better every day. Hard…Yes, Great…Yes, Work…Yes, Fun…YES!!! It is so easy for us to buy into the idea that comfort and familiarity are not exciting, maybe its not like the first time, the honeymoon, the first date, it’s better, the better he knows me the better husband he becomes and the better I know him the better our marriage gets. It is so easy to believe what we see and hear so often when the opposite is the truth. The Bible says in Mathew 19:5 “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife and the two will become one flesh.”