I have realized lately, moreso now than ever, just how powerful wedding vows are.
Recently my doctors suggested that I conserve energy for the things that matter most to me, so Mark has been doing everything around the house, including helping me get dressed and towel-drying my hair. When I get frustrated that I can’t do these things for myself anymore, he looks at me with those adoring brown eyes and says, “Rosemary, it’s my honor to help you.” And I know he truly feels honored and I feel thankful for him and I think about those words we said to each other almost 35 years ago—in sickness and in health.
Last week we were getting ready to attend my uncle’s funeral and I decided I wanted to wear a dress and high heels. The heels didn’t feel right without nylons so I asked Mark if he could help me put some on. We started slowly at my feet and made our way up to my knees and Mark said, “There is no way these could ever fit you.” and we laughed so hard and I almost gave up on the idea of wearing nylons at all, but we kept wiggling our way upward and eventually we did it and there were no snags or holes and luckily I didn’t have to use the bathroom during the funeral.
I don’t know if my future includes high heels or nylons anymore, but I could wear them that day with Mark’s help and that’s what matters.