It's the one that you pull down to cover the window.
It's a symbol, the one that says, "I'm here for you, and no other. What happens here is ours. I won't talk about it with friends, I won't describe our intimate life on the Internet."
"Here, you have me, completely."
Why is this so hard? Why the provocative selfies, and why the perennial locker-room talk (in both men's and ladies' locker rooms)?
Why does this most intensely personal part of our relationship need an airing?
Was Andy Warhol right? Do we all need our five minutes of fame, and will we do just about anything to get it?
I don't think so. I think we're better than that.
I think we mean our vows, and while the world may pull us onto descending paths, we can still look up, find that upward trail, and set our feet and our hearts to make that gift of exclusivity our mate's, renewed and given again as if it were new.
Because with every renewal...it is.
What do you think?