A couple years ago, when I wrote here about my divorce, I concluded with the hope — no! proclamation! — that the end of things can lead to beautiful new beginnings. And so it’s been… first, with my Colorado mountain wedding last summer, and now, today, as my remarkable ex-husband stands before family and friends to marry his sweetheart.
“Are you going to the wedding?” I’ve been asked, more than once, with unfiltered incredulousness. “Are you kidding???” I respond. “I wouldn’t miss it!”
And I wouldn’t. To watch a person I’ve known for two decades commit to a love that fulfills him… to see my children witness the glory of a second chance… to welcome into this ever-growing family a kind and clever and strong woman who I can only hope will rub off on my girls… well, that’s cause for serious celebration.
We’ve all seen divorces go the other way, with pissiness and pettiness and resentment lingering years after the fact. Maybe that was the way of your parents (it was mine). Maybe you’re living that reality right now.
The way through, I think, is to keep looking forward — not back. The playwright Robert Anderson said it well: “In every marriage more than a week old, there are grounds for divorce. The trick is to find, and continue to find, grounds for marriage.”
Dave and Kelly, may the grounds for your marriage be plentiful, regular, and never far from your hearts. Congratulations.
