No one tells you, when you choose this life of marriage and family and sticking to covenant, that you will get to fall in love again.
It happens all at once one morning, when you are drinking coffee at the breakfast table, and there is a little boy sitting there eating bread with jam and chatting about airplanes and bad guys.
It happens when she sidles up unannounced and slips her hand into yours, even though she’s a big girl and doesn’t need you in the same way she once did.
It happens when you catch a particular smile you’ve never seen before, because he’s just discovered something of importance and his hair has never been that shade of sun-kissed before.
It happens when she jumps off a new height and puts a little dizzy in the pit of your stomach, but you hide it because you are so flushed with pride, and as she turns to grin she has suddenly sprung up taller.
No one tells you the unending capacity children have to make you see things new, to be plunged into love in a thousand wondrous ways. You thought that “to forsake all others” was to shut up your heart to the thrill of love, but this narrow path of two-become-one floods into acres of freedom. This life of co-creation is deep and wide, and here is all your heart’s desire.