Colonoscopy... what defines marriage.

I can't believe it has been over a month since I last blogged. So much has been going on. Summer is going by So fast. We had a week off in June and packed it full of fun and busy. We ran all over with the kids and helped Shane's mom with projects. We painted our bedroom and redecorated our bathroom. We had a garage sale and are still bringing loads to Goodwill.

Our July week off is this week. We planned nothing other than doctors appointments. On Monday I had my varicose veins mapped out for removal (three cheers!), and haircuts. Tuesday Shane and Carrera had dentist appointments and Carrera (still only 3 years old) went in all by herself and got her teeth cleaned! Then we brought the kids to the zoo. Today Shane had his first ever colonopscopy. He did wonderful. It had me thinking a lot about what it means to be "married".

I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of the word 'marriage'. As a child I always wanted to marry and have children, but I was also very religious and that came with the territory. As an adult I've often felt marriage was a ball and chain, and a cultural prerequisite for status proving achievement as a woman. Yuck! Marriage, I hate the idea of it. Now 'commitment' and 'partnership,' those are words I can relate to and feel good about. Today marriage took on a new feel. I brought Shane to get a medical procedure done. This isn't the first time. I brought him and stayed with him when he got his vasectomy too. These experiences really solidify the bond between us. What is marriage? Sitting in a small room in a surgical center supporting the man I love and knowing that I will be sitting by him just the same at age 40 and 50 and 60 and 70 and hopefully 80 and 90. I will be the one here for him. His constant companion. And I love that. So maybe I need to reevaluate 'marriage' cause I love being married to this man!