Forty- four years and counting!

We began our courtship on August 21, 1971. I was 15 and he was 17.

Into about the 3rd week of our relationship we knew that we wanted to spend a lifetime together. Two years later, also in the month of August we exchanged our vows.

I won’t say we have had the most eventful life of any married couple but in my eyes we have come very close.

Moved 5 times in the first 3 years, many years of military service, lots of children including twins, parents of many sports and traveling all over the state, avid church goers, decorated cakes, worked many jobs, survived fires, flooding, and the death of a child.

All in all, standing arm in arm facing each and every trial face forward with the harsh winds of life hitting us right in the face.

This latest trial will be one of the hardest for my husband. His mother is near death and he has cried many tears. A son and his mother share a special bond.

I have prepared all his favorite comfort foods this week and opened up our home for his family that traveled from far away to say their goodbyes while there was still time because that is how I show my love to him.

He shows his love for me by packing this little guy around outside so I could get breakfast on the table….. chubby little love!

In the midst of his pain he did that for me.

We work together as pieces of a fine- tuned machine. Is it always easy? No! But years ago those vows meant something to us. We pledged, we dedicated, we honored and we remember.

We are about as different as daylight and dark, but compliment just as much as bread and the butter! You just don’t want the one without the other!

Life has had it’s many twists and turns and at times one of us may take the squats or slide off in a ditch but the other one is there to give that gentle little tug or sometimes that fall down pull to keep the other one back in the road…

That’s how we roll and that’s how we do it because for better or for worse is more than just words to us!