Showing posts with label falling in love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label falling in love. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Oh, I'm on Fire


With my fifth wedding anniversary approaching in just a few weeks, recently I have been reflecting on when I first met my husband, the first few exciting weeks of what would turn out to be something of a whirlwind courtship, and the first weeks and months of our married life. After having dated both some nice guys and some duds, I was a bit cautious and hesitant on our first few dates, but our love caught flame very quickly and never died down. And it occurred to me that romantic relationships have a lot in common with campfires.

If you’ve never built a campfire, you might not realize quite how complicated it can be. There are lots of different ways to go about it. You can build your kindling into a pyramid, or a tower, or just a pile. You can use a firestarter log. You can use a lighter, or a match, or rub two sticks together for that first spark. But no matter how you do it, you’re still apt to get a variety of results – as my sister is fond of describing her campfires, you can get anything from a smolder to a full-out conflagration. Sometimes the wood catches fire right away in a flash of heat and light, but then dwindles down to nothing and goes out. Sometimes you have to work for a long time getting nothing but wisps of smoke until suddenly a tiny flame begins to gradually grow. Sometimes you never get more than those few wisps so you just abandon it and start over. But whether your fire catches quickly or slowly, sometimes it settles into a steady, warm, cozy glow that is just what you hoped it would be. And as long as you are careful to feed and tend your fire, it will continue to keep you warm and cozy.

Most romantic relationships have a parallel in some kind of fire building. Sometimes there’s a flash of intense heat at the beginning, but it burns out quickly without ever catching on. But sometimes that flash of heat can ignite a deeper flame that continues to burn steadily. Sometimes there’s hardly a flicker at the beginning that will go out if abandoned, but if you put some time and effort into keeping it going, sometimes it will slowly grow in intensity and eventually burst into a stronger flame. And sometimes, even with your best efforts, it will fizzle and die and you’ll have to start all over again.

But the most interesting parallel is how each of those efforts that doesn’t quite result in a steady fire leaves its mark on the wood and makes it more ready to burn the next time. If the wood is a bit wet, those early attempts dry it out and temper it so it’s more receptive to the flame. A fire that burns a bit longer before going out may leave deeper, charred scars – but that process has begun to turn the firewood into charcoal: a potent fuel source that is ready not just to catch fire, but to stay burning steadily for a long time.
 
As anyone who has ever struggled to build a campfire can attest, those first, unsuccessful attempts at starting a fire are frustrating, and aggravating, and make you want to chuck it all. But if you stick with it, keep trying different techniques, pat yourself on the back for every spark you achieve, and have some patience, there’s a pretty good chance that eventually you’ll be basking in the warm glow of a fire. And in the meantime, it’s never a bad idea to ask for advice from other campers who’ve got solid campfires burning – not only can they offer you some tips, they might even know of a smoldering twig who can light your fire.
 

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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Same Time Next Year


Five years ago, I performed in the Reagle Players’ annual production of “It’s ChristmasTime” for the first time. I was newly in love with the man who would soon become my husband, and that new love was imprinted on every scene that we did together. And every year since, re-staging those same numbers brings back the thrill and excitement of falling in love, truly in love, for the very first time.

I’ve often said that because we were older when we got married (I was 39; he was 45), we cherish our relationship more than some. People who marry young and who have been in the same relationship for basically all of their adult lives must find it so easy to take that relationship for granted. And as the often-exhausted parent of two small children, I can see that it is also easy to let the husband-wife relationship fall to the bottom of the priority list once you’re busy playing mom and dad all the time. So I am thankful that I have this event every single year that brings back to my mind everything that made me fall in love with my husband.

This show is really the perfect venue to sum up our relationship. Since it’s a similar production from year to year, it’s put together very quickly with a minimal rehearsal schedule. Which is great for the veterans, but it means that the newbies get a LOT of stuff thrown at them in a very short time. Those of you who know me personally know that I don’t do well with last-minute information, and any of you who have ever performed in a show with me know that I totally stress out about last-minute changes to blocking and choreography. So to get music one month before the show, learn choreography a week before the show, and see a costume plot two days before the show was incredibly stressful for me. Not to mention not knowing the order of the show until dress rehearsal. Most men would have been ready to wring my neck with my constant questions and anxiety, but my sweetheart was patient and understanding, and constantly reassured me that I would be just fine – and, more importantly, assured me that he would be by my side to make sure nothing went wrong. During that first production, I learned that I could trust and rely on him. And he learned that I was willing to step out of my comfort zone to make him happy. Interestingly enough, we now have several scenes where I arrive on stage first and look around for him, then he comes from behind and takes my hand or puts his arm around me. That, too, is a good symbol of our relationship: I was right where I was supposed be, but I was alone and looking for someone, and as soon as he appeared I felt happier and had more of a purpose.

So every year, as we once again step on that stage, my heart goes back to the place where it was all those years ago seeing my husband through the eyes of love, fresh and unspoiled. It’s good for me, and it’s good for US, to be able to remember so clearly what our love was like before it was clouded with the cares of children and money and jobs and reality. And so every year, I look forward to that magic reset button. What do you say, sweetheart? Same time next year?
In 2007, we were newly in love

In 2008, we were newlyweds
[In 2009 I didn’t perform because I was busing having a baby the day of the first rehearsal]
In 2010, we found out on opening night that we were expecting baby #2
In 2011, we were officially "married with children"
And in 2012, we will be happily continuing the tradition in a few short weeks!

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