Tuesday, September 25, 2012
How the fish married the bird
I said to him, "You and I are like the fish who married the bird. No matter where we live, at least one of us, or both will always feel a little like a fish out of water."
Several times since we've been married, people have commented what an odd couple Dennis and I are. Him, a farm boy from rural Idaho with a big truck and callused hands- and me, a city girl who grew up in Latin America with an insatiable need for change. I tell people who comment on the oddity of our relationship that while we may not have much in common, we are very much compatible with each other- and sometimes that compatibility is better than commonality.
As we talked the other night, he told me that I had encouraged him to reach outside his comfort zone and to try new things. He said he had done things and gone places he would have never done on his own. I told him he grounded me and helped me keep my head on straight. I've learned (or at least tried) to stop always looking around the corner for the next adventure, and just be grateful for what's in front of me.
But there are times like last Sunday, in Stake Conference when I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness when the speaker spoke of remarkable experiences had with the wonderful African people. My heart hurt a little when I realized, with an aching pit in my stomach, that I would likely never live overseas again. With tears in my eyes, I thought perhaps it's time to let go and just focus on just living out the reality that's right in front of me. And what a beautiful reality that is.
I imagine that Dennis probably also feels a similar ache to think of his treasured childhood days of bucking hay and working on tractors. He once told me that when the hot summer turns to harvest time, it tugs a little at his heartstrings when he remembers what that time of year used to mean to him as a child. He has given up so much to be married to this fish.
What an interesting paradox- to love so much what you have but to still yearn for something. But the one thing I do know is that I would give up any dream of adventure and travel to spend the rest of my days and eternity with this man.
Posted by Rita