So when I hastily closed what was supposed to be a draft of my last post and ran off to do whatever the next pressing thing was, turns out it posted instead of saving. And when I discovered what had happened, I didn't have time to do anything about it for weeks because of all the other pressing things. Thank goodness for backdating. What I wanted to say about that song (which I found here) was this:

I don't usually like love songs, because there's always part of them that just doesn't ring true. You're perfect to me? I mean, I love you, but I don't think you're perfect. I'll never do anything to hurt you? Hmmm. . . pretty sure I've broken that one.

Poison and Wine tells the truth about marriage--at least marriage as I've experienced it so far. It's not perfect. There are things we say and do that we shouldn't. There are things we don't say or do that we really should. We hurt each other. Sometimes we hurt each other really badly. There are a lot of times when I don't act like I love my husband. There are times when I don't even feel like I love him, and it takes a fierce act of my stubborn will to tell him I do. But that's what I have that stubborn will for.

[Sometimes] I don't love you, but I always will.

That's the promise. God helping me, I will keep it.