I woke up late (6:50) and rushed from the bed to shower to car. At the office before 8 (7:50) and moved through meetings calls and emails. I picked up my bride for the thousandth time, still opening the door. We dined with Vinny, shared a dish, he gave us a bottle of wine. It is our anniversary. A celebration of dedication. A meaningful remembering of a marriage that means more than all but Christ.
Kim and I agreed - no gifts this year. But, Kim, I lied and I've given you a small gift. (this is in addition to earlier lie and the ultra romantic gift of a half a tank of gas you got)
I've stolen a pause from the purse of the present to give you a poem I wrote for you. I'm calling it "This Life That I Call We"
This Life That I Call We
Our wedding anniversary reminds my soul
Delight and beauty you’ve graced to me,
Sweet memories--each laugh, each tear,
Sweeter than the days of me …this life that I call we
We've prayed and loved ourselves a home
The two pouring out for our three,
And it's all because of the wonderful One
Who has given us this life…this life that I call we.
Desire, devotion draw me to you:
Your embrace decants ecstasy.
I fall asleep not knowing what life next holds,
I awaken grateful to live this life…the life that I call we.
Your baby still loves you just the way that you are:
Your glance and touch still brings a thrill to me.
I love you deeply, madly, and I will forever.
I love that me and you have this life…this life that I call we.