Foregone Conclusion

"Tricia, you seem to write and think and talk about marriage as if it's definitely going to happen. Like it's a foregone conclusion."

Actually, that's exactly what it is. I know I'll marry again. I know this with an absurd sense of clarity and assurance.

"So does that mean you're seeing someone?"

Nope. But one doesn't need the bird in her hand to know that she's made for the nest.

I think he'll know that he knows. I already know that I know. We simply need to know each other. There is a place in my heart with his name on it, even though I haven't yet fallen in love with him. But I'll know when I do.

I think he's looking for me.
I think he's been waiting even longer than I have.
I think his heart has been broken in the way that brings perspective.

Perspective that shows you not to worry about little things,
not to fight about stupid things,
and to let most of it go
in the name of peace and grace and love and
I'm happy to see you again.

Perspective that shows you it doesn't matter if the boys' fingernails are trimmed,
that sometimes it's good to eat dessert first,
that hellos and goodbyes matter,
the scattered Legos are a work in progress,
and silence is a language all its own.

I think he loves God and asks questions.
I think he's solid in his career,
he's established and confident,
and we can fearlessly support one another
and dive into a life of words together.

I think he's smart and funny and thinking, and thereby the most handsome man in the room.

I think he'll be afraid,
because so am I,
because the only way to be fearless is if you've never loved to a place of brokenness before.
I think he'll be courageous,
because so am I,
because the only way to live is to love enough that you might break into pieces.

I think he wants to be a dad to somebody.
Or to two somebodies.
I think he understands the heart of an artist,
the mind of a writer.
I think we can walk alongside one another,
creating a sum that is greater than all its parts.
I think we will create.
I think neither of us can breathe unless we do.

I belong to him,
and I'm making today's decisions with him in mind.
I think we will be great.
And we'll know when we know.

It's a foregone conclusion.