In honor of our 3rd Wedding Anniversary (!!!)
this last week, Nels and I are reminiscing and writing “Our Story” — Hope you enjoy. This is Part 5. Read the rest here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4.
(Nels) I was young then, impulsive, eager, and yearning for a life of love. Some men propose over dinner, or at a baseball game, but I had a different plan. I wanted to take Jordan to a very special place, one that we had visited before. It was an enchanting spot in Kansas City, with castle-like buildings made of stone. To outsiders it was known as Parkville, but to locals “Park” would suffice.
Parkville is beautiful with its 1+ mile grey-chat path winding beside the mighty Missouri. I loved to walk there with Jordan—soaking in the orange sleepy dusk sun, bedding down over the churning, yet smooth river waters. It was here, at Parkville, that I would propose. It was the best I could think of and my hopes were high.
A side note to the young Romantic—marriage is challenging enough with the blows life deals you—unemployment, deprivations, humbling or uncontrollable circumstances… these are just a few things we should all expect in life. Why would you want to go through such difficulties with a tame lover? Is lover too strong a word? I don’t think so. They are first a lover of Jesus, then a lover of you.
Lover as a word has a sense of abandonment to it. It is a wild, fiery, intoxicating word. I am delighted that Jordan and I are friends, and I would never have it any other way, but I am wildly thankful that our marriage is more than that. Some men reach for low-hanging fruit in marriage…what seems an easy catch to them, (for reasons I cannot conceive of or relate to). They take brides that are “good enough”, “more than I deserve” etc. A bride that would be loved like Leah, ultimately. If only Leah had been given to a man that loved her passionately—not to Jacob, the obligated lover.
I couldn’t settle for a love like that. A love where I didn’t wildly pursue, empty myself to capture, and feel unbelievably blessed to attain. I needed a woman in my life that was a prize to me, and Jordan was that woman. I could try to describe what made me love Jordan, but it would take rivers of ink to merely scratch the surface. Suffice to say she was what I needed, in the deepest sense of the word…
to be continued…