In my garage I have a poster sized picture that is approximately 24 years old. It is a photo of a beautiful college girl sitting in the surf on the Pensacola beach. She is smiling at the camera and there is a sparkle in her eye.
The other day my wife asked me if I miss seeing that girl. I told her that I still see her every morning when I leave for work, and every evening when I go to bed. She still smiles at me that same way, and I still love the sparkle in her eye.
24 years may have passed (maybe 23, I know it is somewhere in there), but that young girl who became my wife is still the woman of my dreams. Today is her birthday, and though years have passed, when I look at her, time has stood still.
I read once that a man should look at his wife and remember her as the love of his youth. They say that keeps the passion and the fun of life alive and builds a marriage that stays vibrant and interesting. I can’t say that is a bad idea, and on the surface, I think it makes sense, but I am afraid that way of thinking lacks a little something.
My wife and I will have been married for 23 years next month on August 20, 2017. I have met many people who have been married longer than that, but I am also very aware that unfortunately once you hit the double decade mark, you are in a drastically dwindling crowd. Being in that minority kind of allows me a position of authority in speaking on marital matters!
My wife is an amazing woman. She is sweet, kind, and wonderful in so many ways. She still smiles at me with that sparkle in her eye, and I can’t help but love that girl there. She’s more though. So much more.
At times there is a tiredness in that eye as well. There are pressures she feels that try to dim that sparkle and tug down the corners of that smile. The surf that gave her so much joy is sometimes now a few baskets of laundry needing to be folded. The sun on her face is replaced by a lamp at her desk as she works dutifully on helping her kids with their college schedules. Time marches on, and if we focus on the march, we miss something.
I know years have passed, but that girl is still there. I saw her at breakfast yesterday when we joked about a whisker I had growing out of a freckle on my cheek. She laughed and I saw all of the “stuff” of life roll off her for a moment. There she was again. My girl was right there.
I see her every day, even the days she doesn’t see herself. I should probably tell her more that I am seeing her in the moment. Maybe if I did, she would see that girl more too.
Well, today’s her birthday, and we have plans to go out as a family and have a good time. I’m excited about it, and if all goes well, we will go to the beach. Maybe I can get another pic of my girl sitting in the surf on a sunny day. I don’t really need it though. She is right there in my mind each and every day.
Happy Birthday to the love of my life. The woman I am still Relentlessly pursuing and working at loving her as Christ said I should. Tammi, time may move on, and we are not immune to the effects of it, but for you, time has stood still. You are so precious to me, and even more so when I can take that young girl, sitting in the surf and mix her with the woman still with me after 23 years of marriage. I think it makes everything more powerful and real.
You are the love of my youth, my now not-so-very-much-of-my-youth-as-I-would-like, and the rest of my life as well. You have made time stand still for me, and I love you for it. I hope you have a very happy birthday
I love you! You are God’s best gift to me on earth!