I've been thinking that marriage is like a puzzle. In the begining you have this full box of pieces, you lay them out on the table with your hopes, dreams, desires and plans. These pieces have the potential of becoming a beautiful picture. However as the years go by pieces get lost in the move or bumped off the table or destroyed by careless acts. Now if the couple makes it to the end and finishes the puzzle it may not be perfect. Pieces may be missing, little holes and gaps, but it will be done and because no life is perfect it was hopefully fulfilling to put those pieces together. On the other hand if the couple, or one partner, gets tired of putting the pieces together and stops then the puzzle is never completed and no one will ever know what it could have looked like at the end. I guess most of us are at the point where this puzzle is going to be put back in the box, and hid on a shelf because it hurts to bad to remember or think what could have been. I guess I was just thinking.