Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh…
I’m going to pause for a minute for a little warning. The following paragraphs deal with our wedding night and honeymoon. Like they say in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, “there’s nothing dirty going on,” but the words may be a little … suggestive … for younger eyes and ears. Or as they say, “The following may contain scenes inappropriate for younger readers.”
We spent our wedding night at a hotel in Saddle Brook. But we didn’t consummate our marriage. Instead, we had a pillow fight and just cuddled and held each other all night, quickly drifting off to sleep after an exhausting day.
Then it was off to Cove Haven in the Poconos. The first night there was “our night.” When Mom came out of the bathroom in her white negligee. Wow. It was breathtaking.
However, our first “attempt” was less than perfect. In fact, it was a disaster. The anticipation was just too much for me.
I remember, as if it was yesterday, just lying there together, feeling pretty down and worthless. My first words to Mom were, “I’m sorry.”
She laughed and held me tight. Then she whispered in my ear, “I guess we’ll have to practice more.” And we did. That became a “code” for us throughout our marriage – It’s time for some practice.
Attempt number two was a lot better. But I do remember Mom wincing in pain. I instinctively pulled back and she instinctively pulled me closer as we exploded in mutual satisfaction … and the two became one.
I remember that, but I never really gave it much thought until after Mom died. I happened to be listening to Chip Ingram and his Living on the Edge program on the marriage covenant. He was explaining the difference between a covenant and a contract and how a covenant is usually sealed with blood. It’s a solemn bond. That wince, I believe, was God’s seal on our marriage covenant, our solemn covenant to each other … one we both took very seriously.
Sorry if that was too much information, but one thing I always tried to impress when it came to sex was it was natural and ordered. We rarely ever just had sex. We truly made love. When we were together, we were one. Nothing could change that. We were safe and secure in each other’s arms. The rest of the world melted away. It was a special part of our relationship and one that grew more deeply the longer we were married.
And for the rest of the honeymoon, we practiced and we practiced. We went to the dining hall with smiles on our faces. We enjoyed each other’s company, playing with each other like little kids, laughing, teasing, walking around the hotel complex hand in hand and cleaving each other.
To be continued …
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.