Friday, February 15, 2013

Beloved

I ask him what made him look down at just that moment, and he says that he does not remember now, exactly. I can't fault him for that-- it has been almost fifteen years since we walked on that beach together and that unmistakable stone caught his attention. My suspicion is that he looked down precisely because he was meant to; that the rock was very simply, something to be found.

We were babes then and could measure the days we'd been married on one hand like a preschooler telling you how old they were. Would we be wise and build our house on firm foundations, or would we foolishly build our house on the sand? We had no way of knowing then what sort of rains and winds would beat against us, yet storms always come.

It is Valentines Day today — worlds away from the day I was gifted that suspicious collection of candy hearts, all with the same message:

Marry me?

Fifteen years ago, and to this day, more ways to say yes than I could have ever imagined.

Each yes a gratitude for the grace that keeps us standing.

Each yes building into each other; both in the constant wearing of the ordinary and through the storms.
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It's Five minute Friday, and I have to say, that I love the way that Lisa Jo has described what it's all about:

"On Fridays around these parts we like to write. Not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker."

Stop on by to meet the beautiful community over there, and feel free to link up something of your own. 

Here is how it works:

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.
3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard
 
And there you have it. Now go!

1 comment:

  1. Love this story. So sweet, but such powerful memories. Not all strong memories have to be tragic and I thank you for sharing these.

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