Today is a big day for us. 25 years ago today I married my childhood sweetheart. That is what you call us I guess since we met when we were 14. Still, its not my favorite term. Ours is not the simplistic, fairy tale relationship implied there.
It is real.
It is powerful.
It is life giving.
It is sometimes very painful.
It has pushed us, pulled, us, and lifted us up.
We have soared high summits and slipped into deep valleys during this quarter century.
We have cried tears of joy and tears of sorrow.
We have hurt and we have healed.
Ours is not a fairy tale. It is better. It is real.
By the grace of God, we woke up together this morning to begin another day, another year. In many ways this morning feels newer and more full of promise than that morning so long ago.
There is no better gift and nowhere I would rather be.
Love can never more grow old.
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never, never, winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still;
–Silver Threads Among the Gold by Eben E. Rexford and Hart Pease Danks
(a song my Gram sang often)
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