Robin Densmore Fuson

  I can see it now. A beautiful bride, dazzling in the perfect wedding dress. The handsome groom, sharp in his attire. Flowers and candles. A happy occasion. Pretty and handsome attendants flank the focal point. A gathering of witnesses takes in the solemn, yet joyous occasion as two people, become one. Two people bound by commitment as they promise to love and honor. To protect and help. To be a confidant and champion. A couple. Two halves making a whole. Although they will become One, they are still two. Two identities. Each has their own goals. Their own duties. Each one should encourage and build up the other half, as the other goes about their life in a separate way, yet together. It’s a difficult road. Many obstacles and bumps along the way. Some potholes can turn into canyons and cliffs. Decisions will need to be made and each one of those shouldn’t be a lone verdict. They should share the idea, direction, diagnosis, or desire with each other. I’m not talking about everyday...