We had our first date exactly 2 months before his 22nd birthday. We got married exactly 2 months after his 23rd birthday. We thought we were such grownups. Looking back, we both looked like cradle robbers. But Browning got it right when he said, "Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith 'A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God, see all, nor be afraid!'"
We talked this morning on the way to the worship service about the fact that it seems strange not to be young anymore. We used to feel strong and invincible. Now, most of the time, something on one or the other of us hurts. Everything is slower and weaker and grayer and wrinklier. But the journey from starry eyed youth to middle age to...what comes next is a sweeter trip when you have a companion who has been with you all the way. Our collective youth is in one shared heart. He still thinks I'm cute; I still think he's handsome.
So Happy Birthday to the love of my life, this year and for many more to come!
1 comment:
That is So sweet! I cried. Happy birthday Daddy!
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