This is one of my favorite pictures of my husband and me. I think it was probably taken around 1987. I know I bought that dress after Lily was born and I'd lost the ten thousand pounds I gained with that pregnancy. I still have it although I think it may be in May's possession now. It is a beautiful dress, tiny-wale corduroy, soft as velvet with pockets. We were in Vero Beach in that picture, about to go eat at the Ocean Grill, my favorite restaurant on earth.
My favorite dress, my favorite restaurant, my favorite fellow.
And here we are, thirty years later with one more child than we had then, with four grandchildren, this house, this life. So many memories. So much still going on in our lives and we are still so busy with children and with grandchildren, with garden and yard and chickens and projects and work and all of the tiny details that life is made of, that love is built of.
And then, there are still the dreams. The ones not yet fulfilled, some just started, but with roots in the distant past, back when we were still so young and full of the very juice of life, holding on to each other, not even having the slightest clue about what was to come.
We still don't have a crystal ball and if aging teaches us anything it is that change is constant and inevitable, that the sanest thing to do is to expect the unexpected, and that to continue to hold on to each other is the best plan of all. It's our 34th Valentine's Day together. I've made him homemade truffles
Glen Moon and I? We would never in a million years been matched up by an online dating service. We ain't got a thing in common.
Except this life, this very life, that we have built together on nothing-in-common but hearts which recognized each other out of all the other hearts out there.
I've always told him that there are plenty of women in this world who could have and would have loved him but that none of them would have loved him for being exactly who he is as much as I do.
And I think the reverse is true as well.
We may be the luckiest people on earth.