At 30,000 feet, somewhere between Buffalo and Dallas, he
put his magazine down, turned to me and asked, "What kind of work do
you do?"
"I do marriage counseling and lead marriage
enrichment seminars," I said.
"I’ve been wanting to ask someone this for a long
time," he said. "What happens to the love after you get
married?"
Relinquishing my hopes of getting a nap, I asked,
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he said, "I’ve been married
three times, and each time, it was wonderful before we got married, but
somehow after the wedding it all fell apart. All the love I thought I had
for her and the love she seemed to have for me evaporated. I am a fairly
intelligent person. I operate a successful business, but I don’t
understand love."
It was obvious, he had joined the ranks of the confused.
This week, I want to stand up and speak boldly in answering the question:
What happens to love after the wedding?
