My bride dug out an old scrapbook
It pre-dates our connection by a few years.
She had events documented I had only heard about,
Even though I’ve seen this book of hers several times.
When my time showed up to be documented,
She did a beautiful job of hanging on to tattered memories,
Concerts, corsages, banquet notices, ticket stubs, and the like.
There’s even a papered note from my cousin to her.
Now, my bride has always given me good gifts.
It’s her specialty and hidden strength.
But the best thing she showed me last night,
The story of our love is all about longevity.
That’s love. Romance. Innocent. Childlike.
But today? That love has matured.
It had the ending in mind.
And I’m content with the aging of our love.
We still enjoy being around each other…since 1972!
It is often said there is a fine line between,
Lust and Love, and Love and Hate.
I’m not sure. I’ve found our love to be a super highway
With plenty of room to fill it with life.
Good times and sad. Bad times and joy.
But consistently there. It never fails.
For that, I’m truly thankful for my bride.
AI helped with a thought… Click here to read.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child,
I understood as a child,
I thought as a child;
but when I became a man,
I put away childish things.
For now we see in a mirror, dimly,
but then face to face.
Now I know in part,
but then I shall know just as I also am known.
And now abide faith, hope, love, these three;
but the greatest of these is love.
(1 Corinthians 13:11-13 NKJV)