On Saturday I went to my friend Jordan’s wedding. I’ve known Jordan for almost fifteen years, and in that time, like most of us these days, I’ve watched her try on many different lives. Jordan is one of the hardest working people I know. Tasks and challenges I would have quickly quit, Jordan has chipped away at until the project or the job or the friendship shaped into something that worked. We live in a world where we expect love to be easy, where happiness is a right not a privilege, but I have watched Jordan sacrifice a lot over the years for the people she loves without expecting that same generosity in return. Then she met Zeph. In conversation these past two years Jordan has played off the relationship as simple and sweet (I think as an act of sacrifice to me), but when I watched her say her vows on Saturday I saw the profound change in her eyes. I saw how surprised she had been by joy. She found her home–not a rock she had to chip away at until she fit enough inside to call it shelter, a real house made of wood with an open door and her favorite painting already hanging inside.
