When I married my brother…

by P. Braithwaite

Did I ever tell you all about the time I married my brother?

Cue laugh track.

No seriously, I performed and wrote the marriage ceremony for my brother and sister-in-law. It was easily one of the best moments of my life. I bring this up because, while I honestly don’t remember the vows, one part always lingers: I promise to love you as God loves you, and see you as God sees you.

Sometimes I write things that I’m certain come thru me. I was suffering from a broken heart (as usual) and I wrote the vows from a deep longing for companionship.

I promise to love you as God loves you. I promise to see you as God sees you.

I want a lot of things. Last week, I wrote about wanting flowers and a bear. That’s still true, but more than anything, I want the embodiment of those vows. I want a relationship rooted in our mutual ability to see divinity in each other. This is the only way love endures. Even though we’ll fall short, the effort is key because humanity is a mother fu*cker and we all disappoint sometimes. People are flawed and sometimes loving them isn’t easy. So I want to be loved even when its hard. And I want to do the same for the people that I love. I want to love as God loves, forgive as God forgives, heal as God heals, and be cherished as God cherishes. I want to see universal order in another person — choosing to see the perfection in the amalgamation of flaws.

We are all works in progress, but love is our birthright and our DNA. It is in us, of us and through us…anything else is an illusion and a waste of energy.

How are you experiencing love today?

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