The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

Anniversairily Speaking...


So, 31 years ago, August 7, 1982...


Two clueless kiddos dun did da deed...


(with some rather tricky negotiations)


And though all was joy, they really had no idea what was in store for them.


The little girl was very patient...


Because she saw something clearly that others only glimpsed.


So as the years flowed around them both...


She kept her eyes on what she saw from the start...


And waited for the day...


When others could see it too.


She knew what was there all along, seeing past the outward to the beauty within.


She married her best friend...


And with love and a sweet, tenderhearted spirit, started a wonderful work...


Smoothing away the rough places, the scars, the ugliness...


Leaving the joy, the beauty, and the laughter to shine.


She married her best friend...


And is teaching him to see the best in himself,


Which is what she saw in him from the start.


When they look at each other, they see what they've always seen for 31 years...


Best friends.

Happy anniversary, shade of my heart.
I love you.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lovely story... and hoorays for your tenacity... but I think the best of the best that Vicky saw was never hidden.

Congratulations on your years together, and best wishes for many more -- which is more likely now that Cal is more healthy.

Gail (Jones) Eckels

Anonymous said...

You are the two most beautiful people and I love your sharing not only friendship but inner self thank you and God bless you for being so open and real and inspirational . Love Sue (Fields) Anderson.