John at me at a friend's 50th birthday celebration last week Watching my children fall in love has brought home to me my own fall and reminded me of the mystery of it all. There aren't words or explanations or reasons. It just happens for no apparent reason or maybe every apparent reason. I hated the idea of falling in love and marriage when I was sixteen. Everywhere I looked, I saw long term love and marriage as something hard and heavy and wearying. I had already told my mother that there was no way I was ever going to get married. It just seemed like way too much work and totally tied you down . . . not to mention children. They were WAY too much work. I was going to travel the world (I already had the perfect backpack and hiking shoes and clothes that were perfect for travel) after college (which I was going to finish as quick as possible). I was going to dig wells and teach people how to read and fill my arms with be...