One of the things I love most about my husband, John, is that it seems no matter what we do together, we have fun.
For the past three years we’ve had a wood burning stove and burn wood in it every winter season. We love the coziness and wonderful smell of it.
You know the saying, what a difference a year makes?
Today is one year since my mom’s husband passed away and I’ve thought of him often today. As part owner of a lumber company, he’d smile knowing we are using what Mother Nature provides us as we stack the last trailer full of wood today in our garage.
The hauling and stacking of the wood for the past two years was something John did with a friend of ours that had become very dear in our life. But that all changed too when we went our separate ways which is approaching the one year anniversary of that friendship that fell to the wayside. It was a very tough time for us, because it broke our hearts at the time.
But today, as John and I made the two trips to haul the wood, and the radio playing music from the 70’s and 80’s we started a new tradition – just him and me.
And it was beautiful. And I gave thanks in my heart for the life I have with him. Working hard, side-by-side and sharing a few laughs. No doubt each of us also giving thought to what had been and though that still tugs at our heart strings a bit yet, we have moved on, stronger for what we learned.
And truly grateful for the bond we have. God sure knew what he was doing when he put us together as husband and wife… and I’m so very lucky. So lucky.
Well, back to stacking wood!
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