Sometimes the fireflies come out at night and we catch a glimpse of who we used to be. We remember a time before love changed us, when magic could be captured in a jar and we were responsible only for ourselves. Nostalgic, we run around in the dark, childishly chasing a mystery. We laugh and stumble until tiny wings flutter between our aging palms. Then we peek inside our hands and strangely, we see ourselves there, struggling to be free. Instantly remorseful, we release our captive into the night sky. We turn back to our richly layered lives, never to unlearn the complexities of loving and being loved in return.
Love, in all its forms, is life's greatest gift. Romantic love is more than the chemistry and excitement generated between two people. When we truly love another and enter into marriage, our spouse's imperfections and struggles become our own. We vow to become one and put their needs before our fleeting desires. As God loves us, we learn to love our spouse. This is a challenge, it takes work and sacrifice, but it is the most beautiful thing in the world, not to be taken for granted.