Mark and I were married on May, 19th, 2007. I made a commitment to him, and him to me. Our commitment was to cherish, love and support each other through bad times and good. We meant it.
I genuinely feel that Mark and I made a deeper, far more important commitment to each other and our marriage in December of 2011.
We had received the shocking news that our child, who we created together, would live with challenges we might never understand. We heard news that we may out live our son.
This news is shocking, horrifying and deeply personal, and everyone reacts differently. Mark was far more focused on the now, were I was terrified for the future. Mark didn’t cry, he just got quiet. I cried, screamed, and talked my way through it all.
We know that disabilities can destroy marriages if you let them and I was terrified that Muscular Dystrophy would not only steal my child but my marriage. We sat down, crying and silent, and made a promise to be kind to each other during our grief. We promised to stay connected as two humans who are in love with each other. We scheduled dates. We scheduled sex. We scheduled hugs and kisses. These sounds like crazy things to schedule but when you are dealing with grief you don’t think about someone else’s pleasure or comfort. We knew that by keeping these things alive and well in our marriage we would be able to stay connected. It worked. It worked in a way that I never expected. I am more committed to Mark now, through our pain, than ever before.
We still handle things very differently. I still lean on him with a heavy heart. I still rely on him to lighten my load. I still rely on Mark to make my heart skip a beat.
I love him for the man he is. I love him for the father he has become. I love him for being him.