My wife, to whom I owe much of what is good in my adult life, still has the twinkle in her eye, beautiful smile, adventorous spirit and soaring dreams I loved when I first met her.
We have now two great boys who I hope will grow up to see their parents reach their 40th, 50th, 60th and 70th anniversaries (but they will have to remind us it is our anniversary by that point).
So, before pictures (at the bottom) of us two through the years, here’s a small poem for my wife on our 10th anniversary:
I don’t write poems so much these days.
Life lately has been full, moving and like our children, rarely stands still. But today, I must write.
I still remember the dance on newspaper, the walks on the beach, Sinatra in the waves and the cool breeze of the sea as we talked and talked and talked. I can almost hear the waves and see the mountains. But that town isn’t the same and neither are we.
We’re older, a little more worn around the edges and we’ve doubled our numbers. We can still smile when we come home, laugh when we’re ridiculous and comfort each other when it’s been one of those days.
But the feeling I am very proud of and one of the things I love about you is that I still feel that same spark, warmth and rush of hope I felt when I first walked with you down that beach 10 years ago.
Having that along with everything else good about us is a great joy in my life. And I don’t plan on losing it soon.