Monday, July 23, 2007

Dear God,

I want to sing a love song for my husband. These days since I returned home I have so much enjoyed his company. We have strolled down Pleasant Street holding hands. We have dined out just talking with one another (well, except for the occasional server whom Harold has to gather new data). We have watched movies, my head on his chest. We have selected the paint colors for our home together. We have lain in each other's arms. We have worshipped and prayed, ridden through the Maine countryside and shared fun and laughter with our friends. We have enjoyed croissants at the new Bakery Cafe and sat at the beach just a few feet away from the ocean. Love growing, building, blossoming, enjoying.

Not an old tune, a new one. Not the "lazy, crazy days of summer" but rather a symphonic melody made for two.

We plan to grow old together. We drive one another to distraction at times; yet, we hold a special, interesting place just for one another. When we're doing well, we nurture that environment and find each other again and again. Sometimes we get lost, then finally circle 'round until we bump into one another, glad to be found.

I want to sing a love song to my husband for believing in us.

"and two shall become one."
At our very best
we are one.
When not,
two lonely sojourners.
We "fit" together
and you,
Most Gracious One,
have knit our lives together.
Make us a song
to be sung
for you.

Love, Andrea