I remember the day, sometime back in 2008. We were newlyweds. Looking back over the years now, remembering what I was feeling, I shouldn't be surprised we're still together. It had all the ingredients in a forever relationship. My heart was in a constant flutter anytime I was with her. Every time I thought of her. I had to remove a closeup photo of her face from my computer desktop because I'd just turn into a wiggling puppy dog flopping around on the floor, peeing on itself from excitement overload.
We'd just been to the Zoo to meet with a family that were new acquaintances from some churchy stuff. On the ride home I saw flowers growing along side the freeway, so I pulled over and suggested we get a selfie.
Here we are 18 years later and my heart still flutters. Looking into her eyes takes me where nothing else can. We're each other's soft place to land. Our stories, the paths that led us together have faded and new paths form our journey, together.
So I stumbled upon this memory and decided to use it as artistic therapy while she mended from knee surgery.
Among the many photos that adorn our home, this is my new favorite and here are a couple other shots from the same day.
I posted photos of the painting in various stages on a social media site and a very kind woman commented, "If more men loved their women the way you love your wife, the world would be a better place." I agree and I felt seen. I felt thankful for what I have and that's a great place to be.
As the Beatles sing, "Love, love, love, all we need is love."
