Lovers {#6WordStory}


Because a boy loves a gurl



I’d like to say that it was I that remembered, but it was not. I’d like to say that I marked the calendar every year, but I do not. My sweet husband is the one who notes the date, the anniversaries, keeps the numbers in line. I may be the heart of the home, but he’s my rock. He’s the one who can blow wind in my sails, who knows my heart, knows my soul. He may not always say the right thing, or do the right thing, but he’s always the right thing for me.

Our anniversary, not wedding, but of our first date. It seems sort of trivial, I suppose. I often forget it, but he never does. The date, as so many other numbers, are etched in his mind, this one etched in his heart. He and I knew from the beginning. They say you don’t know, but we knew. We were both open to love – and being open, receptiveness, is key.

He is my #BFF – Best Friend Forever.

It’s honestly not all been roses, but today – it certainly was. My sweet husband, my sweet boys, we celebrated the small things. Another year together, another anniversary: Our Story continues.

We’re not promised tomorrow. Don’t waste resources: time, money, energy, love, heart – streamline, focus on what is important. Minimalism.

Carpe Diem.

‘Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May’ – Herrick

‘Do not go gentle into that dark night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’ – Thomas

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Robert Herrick, 15911674

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.

From - public domain


Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 19141953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

From – Copyright Dylan Thomas


**Two of my favorite poems**

Image Credit: Bikurgurl, Lovers 2016

12 thoughts on “Lovers {#6WordStory}

    1. A magic number. It’s when you’ve made it through the tough getting-to-know-you-through-marriage and the my-way-or-the-highway — onto new challenges, but ones to face together. Thank you for your kind words 🙂

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      1. Love is not only about feelings, it is more of a decision. I believe that you’ll know that you truly love someone when that person becomes difficult to deal with and yet you chose to stay not turn away.

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      2. SO true. It’s all about DECIDING to stay, to rough it, tough it out and be there for the other person. Whether a lover or another person – it’s always a decision to stay or to leave. Thank you for articulating that {Very Important!} point I missed. Your insight is so appreciated. Thank you for stopping by 🙂

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  1. Oh my god, this is such a beautiful post. You are really blessed to have such wonderful man and boys in your life. Happy anniversary, may your love continue to become your rock and and your anchor, and may you and yours continue to be blessed with this special kind of love. ❤️❤️

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    1. You are too kind. I’d be lying if I said it was a dream; it’s been years of hard work, arguing & making up, compromises, tears & kisses….but nothing good ever comes easily, and if it does, it isn’t appreciated. Thank you for your kind words 🙂

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