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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Twenty Sweet Years

Twenty years ago today we both said, "I do," and they have been so God-blessed and joy-filled.

We have lived Martin Luther's dictum: 
"Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave."

I love you, Heather Joy. I'm looking forward to the next twenty even more.


Engagement Photos circa 1993








The Happy Husband

Oft, oft, methinks, the while with thee
I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear
And dedicated name, I hear
A promise and a mystery,
A pledge of more than passing life,
Yea, in that very name of wife!

A pulse of love that ne'er can sleep!
A feeling that upbraids the heart
With happiness beyond desert,
That gladness half requests to weep!
Nor bless I not the keener sense
And unalarming turbulence.

Of transient joys, that ask no sting
From jealous fears, or coy denying;
But born beneath Love's brooding wing,
And into tenderness soon dying.
Wheel out their giddy moment, then
Resign the soul to love again;

A more precipitated vein
Of notes that eddy in the flow
Of smoothest song, they come, they go,
And leave their sweeter understrain
Its own sweet self-a love of thee
That seems, yet cannot greater be!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge [poemhunter.com]

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