‘I, Katie take you, Edd
to be my husband,
to have and to hold
from this day forward;
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish,
till death us do part,
according to God’s holy law.
In the presence of God I make this vow.’
Nothing brings home your wedding vows like your spouse getting fit.
The Boy has decided to run the London Marathon and I have just had a baby. This has led to a fair change in both of our physiques.
I am currently sporting a little baby bulge as I resign the majority of my wardrobe to the ‘let’s try again in a few months’ drawer.
He, in complete contrast, has lost his ‘married with two kids’ belly and, if I may say so, is looking pretty hot.
See, I always thought that these vows were for when your spouse was having a rough time. I vowed to love and cherish him when he is worse, poor or sick. I hadn’t given much thought to the fact that I might be the one on a downer.
To be honest, I’m not that bothered by my baby bulge but it’s made me consider what my wedding vows mean in practice.
In Romans 12:15 is says that we ought to
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
Isn’t it easier to weep with those who are weeping? It’s so much harder to rejoice with those who are rejoicing when we are feeling pretty rubbish.
Putting up with a podgy husband makes me look good: I appear svelte next to him and I also look as though I appreciate the inner man, win win.
Being happy for him when he’s recovering his twentysomething body is a whole lot harder: I look even more frumpy next to him (in my sleep deprived eyes anyway) and it feels as though I’m the one being loved despite my chub.
SO what have I learnt from the Boy getting fit?
That my wedding vows have an extra dimension that I hadn’t even considered. I should probably practice rejoicing with him for his lost bulge to prepare for even bigger challenges and difficulties in the future.
(For a photo of the fit Boy and the option to sponsor him click here)