"Covenant Marriage." Two words that might as well have been a foreign language, that is, until I met with the missionaries a few years ago.
My parent's divorced when I was very young. I consider myself very fortunate when it comes to their separation. They were always civil and nice to each other around me. Both my parents and my step parents could sit and have dinner together and get along just fine. Obviously, since they were divorced, they had a lot of things about each other that they found to be obnoxious, but they never let me know of these things until the past year or so. Regardless of my parents getting along in-spite of the divorce, I have always told myself that I would never put my children through the same thing. Yes, my parents could be in the same room together and get along fine, but it was still hard for me to be raised in two houses.
As a teenager, I think I was excited to get married, but also very nervous. I didn't want to end up divorced like my parents. When the missionaries were explaining the LDS point of view on marriage, I became very hopeful that everything would be okay.
The day of my baptism, I met a recently returned missionary. He was from my ward, and I'd never met him before because he just got home. He heard there was a baptism in the ward, and wanted to attend. Obviously, the baptism was mine. We are now married, and have been married for about a year and a half. Marriage is definitely not easy. Sometimes the other person is annoying, but at the end of the day, they're yours for eternity. Knowing that my husband married me knowing that he wasn't just signing a piece of paper - like the world sometimes portrays marriage - was very comforting to me. How beautiful is it to know that we get the opportunity to kneel in the temple with our spouse and be sealed not only on Earth, but in Heaven, too.
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