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192 pages, Hardcover
First published May 16, 2017
I prefer to sit quietly under the twinkling lights, enjoying other people's efforts. Some are perfect mini-sermons — but better, because at the end there's champagne. Some go rattling off the rails, and that's fun, too. At a wedding I attended recently, one groomsman paused in the middle of his toast and — unable to remember the rest of what he meant to say — just sat down ...
Finding something new or helpful to say about marriage feels borderline impossible. "It's difficult to think about marriage," says a friend married for thirty years. "It's like trying to describe your own face." And so we offer clichéd advice like the dubious Ephesians paraphrase "Don't go to bed angry." (Personally, I have avoided many fights by going to bed angry and waking up to realize that I'd just been tired.)
Now in the second decade of my second marriage, I can't look newlyweds in the eye and promise they'll never regret marrying ... I adore my husband and plan to be with him forever. I also want to run screaming from the house because the person I promised to love all the days of my life insists on falling asleep to Frasier reruns.
"The first twenty years are the hardest," an older woman once told me. At the time I thought she was joking. She was not.
And this is why I don't give wedding toasts — because I'd probably end up saying that even good marriages sometimes involving flinging a remote control at the wall.