A long standing joke, but I am serious. God loves me. I am His favorite kid. He is there guiding me through life and speaking to me. Listening is my job. I guess I am wondering what is on the next page.
Waiting to find out. I am exited but also holding my breath.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Marriage
Marriage is not about trying to get someone to change it is about changes. Years pass and the twist and turn for how you wanted things to be and how they are,happen. How you chose to live those changes and the choices you make form your marriage. It can be the most incredible journey.
Animals, those pets you pick up along the way, the names that are understood between a spouse. Remember the white cat, the one that was there for only a brief period of time? The one the old lady and man who lived a few doors down in the Manhattan house gave to us? Do you remember? They taught me so much about washing old pillows and putting the feathers into vats and drying them out and using them again for other items. They gave us that white cat. I wonder if you do remember that old white cat and how hard it was to say good-bye to her. She had lukemia and the girl next door, I have long since forgotten her name, Keri perhaps. I remember her husband and what a jerk he was. I remember saying good-bye to the cat to protect her world of loved persians. Now one else can share that memory with me. There are so many more. Do you remember? Remember? Our many memories together.
Marriage is not about changing someone, it is about enjoying the changes that come your way and enjoying the process of time and watching how things become. Grow old with me the best is yet to be.
Animals, those pets you pick up along the way, the names that are understood between a spouse. Remember the white cat, the one that was there for only a brief period of time? The one the old lady and man who lived a few doors down in the Manhattan house gave to us? Do you remember? They taught me so much about washing old pillows and putting the feathers into vats and drying them out and using them again for other items. They gave us that white cat. I wonder if you do remember that old white cat and how hard it was to say good-bye to her. She had lukemia and the girl next door, I have long since forgotten her name, Keri perhaps. I remember her husband and what a jerk he was. I remember saying good-bye to the cat to protect her world of loved persians. Now one else can share that memory with me. There are so many more. Do you remember? Remember? Our many memories together.
Marriage is not about changing someone, it is about enjoying the changes that come your way and enjoying the process of time and watching how things become. Grow old with me the best is yet to be.
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