Promise we made

Posted on December 15, 2009


I didn’t marry you because you were perfect. I didn’t even marry you because I loved you.
I married you because you gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults. And the promise I gave you made up for mine.

Two imperfect people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage.
And when our children were growing up, it wasn’t a house that protected them; and it wasn’t our love that protected them – it was that promise.

Thornton Wilder, The Skin of Our Teeth: A Play

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