People often say, "Marriage is no picnic." I disagree. Picnic describes marriage perfectly.
I'm a fan of picnics. If it isn't cold or windy, I'll pack a basket, find a nice spot, throw a blanket on the ground, and enjoy the experience. Several decades ago, I found a handsome, kind , and very patient man. On May 13, 1989, a picnic basket given as a wedding gift was packed with reception food, including slices of delicious chocolate grooms cake and POUND CAKE wedding cake, and sent with us to Florida. We're still on the picnic.
What do you love about picnics? Do you like a quiet, romantic picnic? That's important. A picnic won't last long without the sweet "only two of us" time. Sometimes we invite friends and family. They lighten the load, bring food, laughter, and an extra set of eyes and ears for the challenges that come with EVERY picnic.
Here's a word association. I say picnic, you say? Ants? No matter how sunny, how wonderful, how perfect the picnic, there will be ants. Tiny ants disguised as bundles of joy briefly distract us from the picnic. Before you can say, "we have the ants under control," every minute of and every conversation about the picnic centers around them. More time consuming ants, with four wheels or with a front porch, join the picnic, and our words go from the sweet "isn't this a blessed picnic?" to the realistic "when's the next payday?"
A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back to back and conquer. Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12NLT