Somewhere in South America...she lay exhausted, a sudden emptiness yet warmth in having passed near a hundred eggs. Her dutiful male lifts them gingerly upon her back, arranging them just so. By some biological science she cannot fathom, her skins swells around them, creating a pit for each egg to rest. Soon enough they will hatch and the tadpoles will snuggle warm in the home her flesh created for several months. A second "hatching" will occur, when her babies are fully grown, as they push through their protective covering, tearing loose to freedom and to swim away.
Some articles describe an underwater dance in which the female releases the eggs and the movements of the male send them to their resting place on her back. This is the dance of the Surinam Toad. Bizarre, I know, yet beautiful as well. The male attracts it's mate, not with a croak, but with a clicking noise.
I have found myself talking more and more with couples that have struggled in marriage. What started as an intricate dance of courtship, died with the fertilization of an egg. Once they had kids, it became too hard to keep the fires of romance burning. We forget the things that once won the heart of another. Our busy schedules, compounded by soccer, school...
Tara and I make it a point to schedule a date night frequently. Well, maybe not as frequently as we should. When we are not intentional about it, it becomes easy to let the excuses get in the way. Heard a great question on the radio the other day...what have you done for your marriage today?