I’m feeling sentimental; Mike and I were privileged to witness the marriage of Monica Guzman (@moniguzman) and Jason Preson (@Jason_Preston) on Saturday. Perhaps it was that recent nuptial that caused these two simple paragraphs to resonate so. Or maybe it was because I am like many of my generation, with a “failed” first marriage.
Whatever the reason, I’m sharing. Knowingly sharing content that is hidden behind a firewall. Because sometimes the greater good trumps pay-to-view (emphasis added):
Bill Clinton, Hillary, Chelsea, and Marc were at the next table, talking avidly over their dinner, and my wife and I couldn’t help but snoop. No, no—this wasn’t at the big wedding last weekend … It was at a Mexican restaurant in the Clintons’ hometown of Chappaqua, N.Y. …
What, you have to wonder, did Chelsea learn about marriage from her parents’ notorious union? … While countless other marriages have fallen apart, something kept the Clintons together, something that many people can’t understand. That something, I’d guess, is what I saw in my parents’ much less tumultuous marriage of 55 years: a grudging acceptance of each other’s flaws and quirks that ripens, in time, into profound affection; a deep well of shared experiences; and a connection that transcends all frustrations and disappointments. It’s not the rosy picture of marriage you find in fairy tales, but it’s one that lasts.
What do you think? About marriage, relationships or even sneaking this content past the paywall?