I've gone on and on about this before and so I don't want to labour the point again. But if some of the most precious and living treasures on earth were being destroyed at an every increasing and alarming rate before your very eyes and you felt helpless to stop it, how would you feel?
That's how I feel every time I hear of yet another marriage breaking down. It hurts me on a deep level and I know it must hurt God even more. This isn't His plan and He certainly doesn't want to see us go through the heartbreak that ensues when a marriage ends.
I can't explain why it hurts me so deeply - especially those times when I wasn't particularly close to the couple - but it does. Perhaps it's because having come this far in my own marriage I can appreciate the time and the effort and the memories and the loving and the frustration and the tenacity and the stubborn determination that goes into making a marriage last, and I weep for how that can all be destroyed in one fell swoop.
But I said I wouldn't labour the point, and I won't.
Instead, I'll leave you with some photos from the weekend, and a conversation I had with The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: Grandpa's in your bedroom.
Me: That's okay.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: That's okay because he's your wife.
Me: He's not my wife.
The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2: No, he's your honey.
Out of the mouth of babes.
You can see why I call them 'adorable'!
And ... the loose ends have finally been all tied up and it's ready to go to its new owner (Son#5 who, being a poor student living in a flat with other poor students, none of whom believe in paying heating costs, will appreciate its warmth):