love

His Hand in Mine

His Hand in Mine
John and I and our bride and groom hands

This hand that I’ve held for over 37 years.

Wrapped around mine, love pulsing through our fingers, sending our hearts surging with excitement.

How my insides lit on fire the first time I held your strong, soft hand. I didn’t want to ever let go.

I thought of this driving home last evening from our weekly date night. It was dark, we were both lost in our own thoughts, and then you reached across the console and took my hand in yours.

Still strong, but now callused and a bit rougher. Working hands that clearly show many years of pride in providing for our family.

The intense need of wanting to know I was “the one” when we first met to, now replaced with comfort, peace, acceptance and security. A different kind of love. One that has grown and evolved, through all the ups and downs…

To still wanting to hold hands. Still needing that connection.

That connection of tenderness that morphs as time continues to slip on by.

Time now closer to the end than the beginning makes each second the clock ticks even more precious.

Your hand in mine which is my rock.

The one that gently winds his fingers through mine and all that matters is this one, precious moment.

And these moments of love that flash through my mind each and every time your hand reaches for mine.

They are gifts of reminders and of never forgetting what matters most.

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Laughter and Love Notes

Laughter and Love Notes

I was 15 when I fell head-over-heals in love with John. He was 19. I can only imagine how I likely made my parents nervous when I began dating John being that our age spread was what seemed awkward then.

But it all worked out. Over 30 years later we are still together. It was his adorable smile, blue eyes, and hair that hung just a bit over his collar that made me swoon.

As I got to know him it was his sense of humor that made me fall even deeper in love. This guy can make me laugh. And smile.

Like today, when I got up and he was already off to the job site. But sitting on the kitchen table on the placemat where I sit to eat my breakfast was this silly drawing with my reader glasses.

Not like our love notes of our younger years, but it sure did make my heart swoon. It was the thought that he was thinking of me that touched me. And the image in my mind picturing how he likely looked putting this together.

And here I go again, falling in love all over again.

Tumble.

Swoon.

Tumble.

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And This…This is the Reward.

B and J at Christmas eAnd here is a flashback photo of John and I!

John and I will celebrate 30 years of marriage in November. In January of 2015 we will have known each other for 36 years. We are, but aren’t, the same people when we first met.

So this is where I am going to pat ourselves on the back. Not many these days can say they’ve been married this long. It takes work. Hard work. Trying work. But work that can provide so many rewards.

I don’t recall when John and I decided to do our once a week date nights. I do remember though that for about a year around 2009 or 2010 when the economy was really bad, we stopped going out for our once a week date nights. Like many, we had to hunker down and be very conservative.

While it wasn’t quite the same, we did find ways to make at home date nights a bit more special with playing a game or cooking an extra nice dinner. We’d say that if we could make it through those times, we could make it through anything.

Date nights, to me, seem even more important when we are both busy. Though we both work from home, when we are in “work mode” we respect that about each other and try not to get in each others way.

John’s construction schedule is full. His crew is limited right now to him and one full time guy. It’s hard to find anyone who wants to work — and many small construction businesses seem to be in the same boat. But we are thankful for the work.

I’m busy preparing for my 3-part self-publishing workshop I begin teaching next week. It’s required much more than I anticipated, but I’m looking forward to helping others who want to get a book out into the world.

By the end of the day, we are both tired. This can make for less patience and we don’t always communicate as well. But date night always changes that.

Last night, with a crisp and brisk northeast wind we headed out to a favorite restaurant – cozy and warm with big windows to watch the trees blowing in the wind.

Something about sitting side-by-side, each on a cushy bar stool, an adult beverage in hand, we share what’s going on in our inner worlds. We talk. We connect. We grow.

It always centers me. It always makes me appreciate once again what I have in my relationship with John. The man I married almost 30 years ago. I could have never predicted the journey…but I give thanks for how we have both learned to ebb and flow with each other.

This growing together, and on our own –to be who we need to be — to be accepted — to be understood…. this the work…and love….love of 30 years is the reward.