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The Mortar Moments of Marriage

The Mortar Moments of Marriage

I do not know much about masonry, so I will not pretend, but whenever I passed my husband, Randy, kneeling on the stamped concrete porch while fitting rocks along the lower portion of our home that he’d gathered from our parched creek bank, I learned three things the process requires: determination, patience, and time.

To see which pieces needed to be used and which ones needed to be discarded, my husband had to sift through the rocks that were as different in shape and color as the clouds in an awakening sky. The selected rocks were then slathered with mortar and placed against wire mesh and tarpaper nailed in 5 x 5 inch increments to the base plywood of our home. For both beauty and for strength, it was important that the space between one rock and another be so small, the mortar wove around them like slim gray ribbon.

Once Randy began, there was no turning back, for it was easier to keep working upward than it was to chip away at what was already there. Sometimes – when the humidity was high and his energy low – he wanted to stop, and I wouldn’t have blamed him. But even when mortar dusk thickened his eyebrows and his t-shirt clung to his spine with sweat, he continued.

After he was finally completed and we stood back to admire the word of his hands, I saw the metaphor that was right before my eyes. In September, Randy and I will be married four years, so I do not pretend to know everything about marriage that there is to know, but I have experienced enough to realize that the process requires determination, patience, and time.

Despite revelations learned only after two gilded bonds made us one (my eyes cross over boot prints marring my kitchen floor; Randy hates to hike unless he has a gun strap over his shoulder or a waterfall destination marked on a map), we have sifted through the colorful differences between us, learned which differences can be made compatible and which ones should be discarded, and continued to move upward.

Still, at times it seems easier just to chip away at each other than it is to chisel away at our own rough edges, but then the mortar moments come: Randy seeing me walking the perimeter of our property and, even though he has a cold, hopping on the mower to cut the long grass harboring ticks and chiggers; the two of us reclining on the bed to trace eyes over our sleeping daughter and trying to claim each feature as a smaller version of our own; hearing my mountain man talk so openly about the love he has for our firstborn child that I have to press my fingertips into the counter to keep my love for him from spilling down my cheeks.

These are the moments that smooth away the rough edges of marriage, and once time sets love on a more solid foundation, we can step back and see the slim ribbon of mortar weaving seamlessly between two very different people, twining them together as one.

(Fireplace built by my husband’s hands.)

Comments

  • Loved this!

    June 24, 2012
  • Very well said. 🙂

    June 25, 2012
  • GORGEOUS fire place (wow!) and what an awesome thing to think about every time you pass by it.

    June 25, 2012
    • He did an amazing job, didn't he? He hadn't even attempted masonry before. And, yes, such a wonderful reminder about the differences required to keep a marriage strong and (interesting!).

      June 25, 2012
  • Another one of your brilliant posts. And that fireplace is absolutely gorgeous. I'm so impressed Randy built that himself. I'm sure you both must feel a huge sense of accomplishment every time you look at it.

    June 25, 2012
    • I can't really take any sense of pride in it, since I just stood there and watched with my mouth agape, but he certainly deserves to be proud of his hard work! 🙂

      June 25, 2012
  • Incredible fireplace! Marriage can be challenging sometimes. Fitting two people together…well, it's easier sometimes and so hard other times. But we must keep going…because the result is extraordinary.

    June 25, 2012
    • The result is extraordinary indeed; I just have to look at our precious daughter to know it. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, Sonia!

      June 26, 2012
  • Thanks for the reminder that we don't need to have the same opinions and ways of doing things in order to still have a wonderful marriage. Sometimes, our pride gets the best of us. How bland and colorless would our marriage be if we always agreed on how to do something or what to do?

    June 26, 2012
    • Exactly, April. Randy and I are about as different from each other as they come, yet I find that these differences keep our marriage fun! Xxoo

      June 26, 2012
  • What a beautiful home you are building together.

    July 17, 2012

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