My precious...

My precious....My precious covenant with a friend. What if you had a friend that was, with all things being equal, a friend for life? What if she was also female and someone with whom you would procreate? What if she was someone who was absolutely mature enough to have a mind of her own without relying upon outside approval and acceptance? She seemed able to do this for five years before you gave a ( My precious!-a ring). But, once you did everybody else's opinion seemed to matter above and beyond the popcorn moments and the time spent skinny dipping with the bible on the riverbank.  Nothing was as good as it could be but then nothing is unless you can afford everything as instantly as the staging company purchases and uses for props in the War of the Roses trailer or the trailers for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. But, that will take time. But, this is a different generation and most things must come prefabricated. It did not seem to matter until (My precious...). You can have a friend like that and maybe you should not get anything too precious, not even for the world to see, until you got all the props for the movie trailers.  Maybe that crystal ring with some precious tarnishing metal is good enough for the riverbank walks and skinny dipping with common p.o. box is just fine until you can afford to please everybody who is going to have a say when you carry (My precious...).

Either way, if you stick in there, you won't lose.  You can have your friend and you can grow together over the long term. It has already been five years and you still like to massage each other's lips with your noses...hmm! That sounds like a nice friend or uh...spouse.  Be careful what you say loudly because the devil loves divorces and there are many people who did not appreciate their first or second wife or husband and might find it a little painful to see you happy.  They might try to hold you back with your nice Christian ways and join horrible clubs in which to stick pins in little dolls with your name on it.  Patrice Rushen wrote a song on it http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEFzV3vPFJ8 called Broken Dreams, Broken Promises....wrong pastor who sings about Daniel too much with Indian seasonings stuck in her teeth while mourning and seeking an outlet for anger on some lost love at the bottom of the sea with a bullet in the head from her purse sized gun. She was cunning with a cunning plan.  When you get to the crossroad, remember your last five years and the last thing you want to do is take too much advice from a divorcee. See Malachi 2 for direction at that juncture and Proverbs 3:5-6.  Tell the divorcee you and your friend are good friends and you only asked to understand their experience. You have a date almost every day and definitely on Friday nights most nights until you had the courage to tell your parents he was moving in and it wasn't so hard at 39-45 years old since you were grown and could jump all the brooms you want with him in private, cheat by kissing up your colleagues on work trips and vacuuming each other as colleagues with your noses in the quick shower spots and also at lunch because you fear losing your job and then you could tell your friend at night that you want to save some for the wedding.  Since  he is a Christian, he will understand....and you act sooo well.

Now, if you take on your friend or spouse in the middle of your greatest joint venture or life enterprise, they are a new facet to your regime and while they passion you soo much and want all of you, they will have to grow to understand your passion and that the passion is not stealing you away from them. It is a critical part of you and the part that also makes them at least 40% so crazily passionate for you so they must also understand that they need to fit into this God given passion that provides you not only happiness but the ability to buy a happy meal or combo meal every now and again with a pinny or two on the wall for smashing your balls or pucks( there is a world cup of hockey...do they have dishonest reps and fixed games?)  into the right pocket of the court, net or basket. They are secure in themselves and there is no doubt about this and they would never ask you to choose one(friendship with shared popcorn and happiness everyday for 60 years) over the other in some proof in the paradigm of the insecure to have confidence that you LOVE them. That is not on love!  That is not on!

Anyway, keep it precious and appreciate each other with....Lindor chocolates because Lindor knows precious! Happy Valentines day!