What happened to me? What happened to the independent woman who, by the time she married for the first time at age 44, felt no particular need for a piece of paper from City Hall?
It is this. Day in and out, through lunch-packing and play date-making and bath-running, I am struck by a surprising truth: Though the raising of our children constitutes the central activity of our family, it is the love between Sprax and me that constitutes its ineffable core.
That sounds like a traditional religious point of view, but we are not religious. I've come to this understanding simply as an observer of my own heart and the family dance. It is, apparently, just an emotional fact of life -- at least, of our life.
The story of how their relationship went from sperm donation to marriage is very endearing. But think about it this way, the father went from a potentially interesting note in history for their child to a living person she could interact with and get to know -- personally. Imagine how an engaged husband, a fully realized family, has brought the love between the two spouses to fruition in such real and tangible ways.
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