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So, I was a very precocious child, so even as an infant I always thought I was a grown up, mature woman.  When I was only 7 years old I met the boy that would be later my husband. He was then 14 years old. It was love at first sight, for me. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen except my Daddy. Not only that, but he was unique, special. Even though he had an identical twin, he stood out to me as one of a kind. “Could I possibly ever love him more then I did that day?” I thought not!

When I matured to the age of 10, I saw even more in this man that I admired. He was a servant. He would help in the kitchen at family parties and work side by side with his mother in hers.

When I was 13, I saw him as someone I wanted to know more about. I was already smitten. And by this time he had started to notice my existence too. So we started writing letters back and forth. He told me in one of those letters “I always thought you were the cutest of all the Little girl.” And I thought, “Could I possibly ever love him more then I did that day?” I thought not!

When I was 15, Lindsay was full in love with me, but being very young, this was beginning to get a little scary for me. He wanted to spend every minute of every day with me. I just wanted a cute boy friend! So I broke off the relationship. This is when I learned the most about this mans character. I learned that He was loving, determined, and persistent but always the gentle man. And when he cried because I had broken his heart I thought to myself “could I possibly ever love him more then I did right there in that moment?” I thought not!

Back together now, at age16 he asked me to marry him. Can any woman love her man more then the day he asks her to marry him. At that time I thought not.

33 year of marriage, 4 children and 2 grandchildren later, I find I was wrong!

All those countless times in our relationship when I asked myself that question. For today he is an extension of myself. If he were gone it would be like taking my lungs or even my heart away. I have spent twice as much time in his home as I did in my childhood home. I have learned every good and bad characteristic, habit, and deed, and I love him for it all. I love his jokes that are not funny, yet he laughs so I laugh. I love the way he is always stating the obvious. I love the way he wiggles his eyebrows up and down, and how his belly sticks out when he sits on the sofa in the evenings and relaxes. Most of all I love the way he treats me like I am a priceless stained glass window even though I am more Mac truck.  How he looks at me as a fine work of art that the Master has graciously given him to care for; and I think to myself at this moment. Could I possibly ever love this man more then I do today? And I know the answer is YES!  ~~~I Love my life!

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