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Love is Blind

Photo by Britt Reints
We often hear the phrase love is blind. One interpretation of the phrase is that when we are in love, we see past the other person's weaknesses.  We overlook their iniquities, usually to a fault. 

This does not last. We can ignore and avoid those silly annoyances for a time, but if left out there in the open, resentment of some sort usually sets in. We want the other person to change. 

The truth in science suggests that there is a certain amount of blindness in the euphoria of a new relationship but that finding our perfect match involves all of the senses and quite a bit of discrimination.  We are biologically built to find a mate who will meet our needs, physically, emotionally, and socially. 

Here is yet another view: when we find ourselves blinded by any challenge, we rely on our loved ones to support us and guide us through the darkness.  Although the blindness can be disabling, forcing one of our senses into isolation can often heighten others at the same time.We grow in our weakness, knowing that we are strengthened and supported by another.

When we accept someone, warts and all, it is with the unconditional love that allows us to work through (not see past) the challenges presented.  Further, one person's perceived fault can be a complement to the other person's perceived strength.  It is all about balance

When those complementing strengths blend in just the right way, you find your soul mate.  You find your partner for the journey. 

On this day, 15 years after I said "I will love you forever", the words of Jonatha Brooke's Love Song, played at our wedding, continue to ring true.  

We may not have a perfect marriage, but we have a strong marriage.  I have learned to be more flexible. Really.  I can go without a schedule for at least one day. He has learned to be more organized. He occasionally makes lists.  We have learned how to communicate without killing one another. Most importantly, we make each other laugh. 

Thank you, Roger, for an amazing 15 years. I couldn't have survived this journey with anyone but you!

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