“Farmer”, wilt thou have this woman to be thy lawfully wedded wife . . . 

Even though the exact words are forgotten, our marriage has grown strong.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh in A Gift From the Sea describes it like this:

One recognizes the truth of Saint Exupery’s line: Love does not consist in gazing at each other. But in looking outward together in the same direction. For in fact, man and woman are not only looking outward in the same direction, they are working outward.
Here one forms ties, roots, a firm base….
Here one makes oneself part of the community of men, of human society.
Here the bonds of marriage are formed.
For marriage, which is always spoken of as a bond, becomes actually, in this stage, many bonds, many strands, of different texture and strength, making up a web that is taut and firm.
The web is fashioned of love.
Yes, but many kinds of love: romantic love first, then a slow-growing devotion and, playing through these, a constantly rippling companionship.
It is made of loyalties, and interdependencies, and shared experiences.
It is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of triumphs and disappointments.
It is a web of communication, a common language, and the acceptance of lack of language too, a knowledge of likes and dislikes, of habits and reactions, both physical and mental.
It is a web of instincts and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges.
The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward and working outward in the same direction.
It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.

And (Jesus) said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. Matthew 19:5-6

Trust God for your day, ….Today