If I could paraphrase the goal in one phrase it would be this: to get where we are going together.
We had a succinct beginning on December 16, 1989, but nothing since then was predicted. We couldn’t see Columbia, SC via Williamsburg, KY through Crawford, TX from the altar in Nashville, TN. We couldn’t see emergency c-sections and umbilical cords knotted and wrapped around baby’s neck. Couldn’t see graduate schools and career disappointments. Couldn’t see arguments epic. Couldn’t see a hole in a neck cut open to save life. Couldn’t’ see dehydrated faith and long stares into nothingness. Couldn’t see a borrowed house. Couldn’t see old friends leaving and new friends arriving. Couldn’t see Anglican. Couldn’t see trying this hard.
And we couldn’t see how satisfying the view would be when all the hard mixes with all the good and we notice ourselves lovingly paying attention to each other because it would suck to be alone on this veranda.
“Will you keep blogging now that the year of Tired Dating is over?”
Probably. Maybe. We’ll see.
But, this blog was never the goal. Alykev.com was merely a delivery system. “Tired Dating” was an artistic label we attached to our married life entering our 23rd year together.
We captured our domain, set up the blog and managed the process. Amazed by clicks, views and visitors in the thousands, we originally thought only stray family members would happen by. This has been fun, a good outlet, and an opportunity to communicate some marital authenticity that is evidently needed in a world with scarcely little.
But, this blog was never the goal.
The goal was, and is, something that cannot be tracked by WordPress analytics.
On many days I absolutely don’t understand why Aly thinks what she thinks. And she says the same about me. We aren’t trying to figure each other out. Anymore. Maybe we are trying to accept who the other is and just keep moving, not knowing where, but doing so together.
That’s what we said we would do. Get there together.
Wherever that may be.