Yellow Roses

RDP# 61: PULSE

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“Have you ever thought about how amazing the heart is?” questioned Ray. “It never stops beating, from before birth until death, it just thumps away, 24/7.”

“Have you ever thought about how dull our conversations are becoming?”  responded Sally. “We’ve had this one more times than I can count. Fifty years, and you’re still hung up on your heartbeat.”

“Well, you still make my heart beat faster,” smiled Ray, thinking it would please her.

“I have nothing to do with your pulse, Ray.  You old coot, I haven’t increased your heartbeat in a very long time. You’re not kidding me!”  Sally was unimpressed.

Ray was hurt.  She really did still affect him with that “old black magic called love.”  He thought, “Maybe I need to show her I’m not kidding.”

He told her he had an errand to run, and he’d see her later.  He was gone for about half an hour, and when he came back he had a silly grin on his face. Sally almost fell out of her chair when she saw that his hands were filled with a bouquet of yellow roses, her favorite, the flowers she had chosen for their wedding so long ago. Ray didn’t believe in cut flowers; waste of money, because they just died.

“Ray!  Those are gorgeous!  You’ve actually managed to surprise me.  Why, I do believe my pulse has increased!” And she gave him a smacking kiss, which increased his own pulse, and they lived happily ever after.

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Married for Keeps

“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?

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The timing on this one couldn’t be much better.  On Sunday, June 7,  Terry and I will celebrate our 46th wedding anniversary.

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This isn’t a recent picture–maybe ten years ago.  We’ve both aged, and because of his injuries and pain he shows it more, I think. I tried to find a picture of our wedding, but I don’t have a scanner and I couldn’t find the one my son posted a while back. Anyway, this isn’t about pictures.  It’s about happily ever after.

Yes. Yes, we have done that.

Every single day?

No. Of course not. There have been miserable days, miserable seasons. Life can be hard, and it doesn’t always go as you planned or hoped.

But in spite of the ups, downs, and go-arounds, we wouldn’t have married anyone else. We fit each other.  No one else would have put up with either of us 🙂

His strengths fill in my weaknesses, and vice versa.  I’m a word/people/language/history/books/music  person and he’s a tools/math/science/problem-solving/practical person.  He’s a genius, really.  He’s done so much in our home that would have cost us thousands of dollars without his skills. He designed and installed central air.  He created a small bathroom out of our back porch. He’s overseen and been hands-on in our kitchen renovation. He just knows how to do things, and if he doesn’t, he learns.

Me?  I grew up watching my mom stretch every penny until it cried; cooking healthy meals on a nickle, keeping house on a shoestring.  I can do that.  I have done that. And Terry has also given me the freedom to explore and grow and expand, Our interests are very different, but he’s been my biggest fan, support, and cheerleader through my educational journeys, my attempt to write, my counseling practice. He doesn’t need to be in the spotlight.  Doesn’t LIKE to be there.  But he’s more than willing to put me there.

Our kids have always known we’re a team. They couldn’t easily go around one of us to get to the other. We’re truly one flesh, as the Bible describes what marriage ought to be.

So, haven’t I ever wanted to  wring his neck? Oh yeah. He has some habits that drive me nuts. But likewise, he would love for me to get rid of some of my irritating quirks, of which there are plenty. We’ve learned to accept, adapt, complain where it will help, shut up where it won’t.

So that’s happily ever after, in my opinion. I don’t know how many more years God will give us.  It doesn’t matter. I’ve had the love of a good and godly man, and he’s had the love of a faithful, trying-to-be-godly woman. Even in the worst of some very bad times, we’ve stayed committed when it would have been easier to split.

It just doesn’t get any better than that.

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