A weird quirk I find oddly delightful about marriage: On your wedding day, while you feel like you’ve never been so in love with your spouse, in reality, that day likely represents the least you’ll ever love your spouse.
Perhaps that’s an odd way of putting it. I’ll try it this way: As every day passes, you fall further in love with your spouse. And it seemingly never ends. With no threshold or amount to arbitrarily overcome.
With that in mind, can you imagine the love of the couple in the photo above?
I can’t help but smile and think of the far off future when I look at this photo.