I Love My Wife Because She Completes Me
To borrow a line made famous by Jerry McGuire, I love Jen because she completes me.
Genesis 2: 24-25
For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.
The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame.
By design, we were incomplete, two parts of a whole yet separated until the day we spoke our vows. It was with each other in mind that we were made, with our ultimate union completing God’s work.
In truth, I uncover each day how lacking I am, and in turn discover how my wife offsets my deficiencies. Like how I am so often insensitive to the world around me and she can be so tender. Or how I would otherwise be a hobbit, holed up in our home if not for her planning and desire to be among family and friends.
I also have the honor to return the favor. From opening a stubborn jar to being that rock for her when the world goes mad, I love that I can be of service to her in both small and great ways.
Most of all, I love that we not only compensate for each other’s deficiencies, but that we enhance each other’s strengths, or even together have something wonderful that is not there when we’re apart. For instance, alone with each other, we are the silliest two people in God’s creation. I am rarely as comfortable and at peace as I am when we are just fools with each other. Apart, I think we would both make adequate parents, but together I have the confidence that God has provided the foundation for a fun, happy, and loving household. And the of course there’s Abby - she is certainly proof that sometimes 1 + 1 = 3.