Techno-love

We celebrated 7 years on the 7th, a remarkable feat, not eclipsed by a recently celebrated 50 years in June of another couple we love. Different eras. Different worlds. Different people. Human commitment to companionship in a check-out line gee-gaw world confounds the senses and challenges the spirit. And rewards. Can I do this? I can do this. I will do this. I am doing this. This is. I am. You are. We are.

As we create sacred space in our houses or attend worship services in sacred places, commitment creates that sacred space in the soul. Not just marital commitment. Commitment. Maybe what commitment really is is discipline or stubborn willfulness. Admittedly, sometimes it takes both. But often it is neither. It is something else.

There's no guarantee with commitment. The stakes are higher, though, because the investment of self is greater. And the returns can rally and slump, climb and fall. The dividends come from mines deep in the earth where earthquakes tremble and lava threatens to burst. The ore would scratch diamonds.

Back on topic: Techno-love. On the 7th, my husband conveniently took us for coffee at a shopping district in which an Apple Store abides. Then, due to great shame at the state of my ancient Smartphone (I'd had it since the technology launched), talked me into an iPhone. I'd say it was love at first sight, but it was more like fear at first sight. Not fear of the features. Honestly, the thing works flawlessly and intuitively. Fear of beating it to a pulp, a la the much-loved Smartphone. Honestly, that Smartphone endured. No, it E-N-D-U-R-E-D. And there was the price. Despite the price drop, the phone's a luxury. One I am grateful for. I've used it like a workhorse since it came out of the box and signed a service contract.

Thanks, sweetie.