One week from today is our 42nd anniversary.
When most people look at her today I'm sure they see just a chubby little old lady. Those who know her well see a chubby little old lady of tremendous character and dedication to the things she loves, God, family, teaching first grade long after she could have retired. (She will be 70 before this next school year ends.) But I can still see the smoking hot blonde who took a lot of winning over, but once committed she was wholly and forever mine. Even after 42 years that smile still does something to me.
The woman who once told me "I was praying for you long before I ever met you. For the kind of man I could build a life with."
The woman who, when I was in the midst of our eight years of caring constantly for Kim, I once overheard telling a friend of hers, "I'm so glad that Mike has his Busse knife interest, it is a tremendous outlet for him."
The woman who a couple of years ago, when I was contemplating another gun purchase, asked "How old are you now?" "65", I replied. "If you don't buy it now while you can still enjoy it, just when will you buy it?"
She has never complained even once about a knife or gun purchase.
The woman who will say, when she perceives I am feeling low, "Its time for you to go fishing."
I used to wonder how old married people could still find one another attractive. Now I understand. They (we) have the entire package, the red-hot passion morphing over time into a commitment based on shared experiences and a lifetime of love which is stronger even than INFI.
When we are apart and I think of her, the same thing always happens. From deep inside, I can feel my soul smiling.
When most people look at her today I'm sure they see just a chubby little old lady. Those who know her well see a chubby little old lady of tremendous character and dedication to the things she loves, God, family, teaching first grade long after she could have retired. (She will be 70 before this next school year ends.) But I can still see the smoking hot blonde who took a lot of winning over, but once committed she was wholly and forever mine. Even after 42 years that smile still does something to me.
The woman who once told me "I was praying for you long before I ever met you. For the kind of man I could build a life with."
The woman who, when I was in the midst of our eight years of caring constantly for Kim, I once overheard telling a friend of hers, "I'm so glad that Mike has his Busse knife interest, it is a tremendous outlet for him."
The woman who a couple of years ago, when I was contemplating another gun purchase, asked "How old are you now?" "65", I replied. "If you don't buy it now while you can still enjoy it, just when will you buy it?"
She has never complained even once about a knife or gun purchase.
The woman who will say, when she perceives I am feeling low, "Its time for you to go fishing."
I used to wonder how old married people could still find one another attractive. Now I understand. They (we) have the entire package, the red-hot passion morphing over time into a commitment based on shared experiences and a lifetime of love which is stronger even than INFI.
When we are apart and I think of her, the same thing always happens. From deep inside, I can feel my soul smiling.
