Monday, September 18, 2006

On my love for Carole...


I love my wife now more than I ever have.

At first blush, such a statement smacks of lunacy or delusion. After all, how can one outdo the consuming love of courtship and engagement...when every minute away from your love is agony and every minute with her is ectasy? Or how could I possibly feel more love now than I did in our first year of marriage, when we were experiencing life together for the first time and understanding what God had in mind for two people who love each other?

I think I can best explain this by relating an experience on one of our October trips to Vermont. We had timed the turning of the leaves perfectly, and after an hour of so driving country roads and beholding the expanse of red and gold trees, we would declare that this was God's penultimate handiwork on this earth, that nothing...absolutely no place on this planet could match what our brain was seeing through our eyes. And then, we would go around a bend and see a valley down below, awash in every color between gold and crimson, with a white-steepled church in the middle. And we would have to expand our minds even more.

That is what my love for my wife is like. Without selling short any measure of love I've had for her in the past, I must say it is deeper now. Perhaps it is because when I hold her now, hold her tight, we both can feel what we've been through together the past 34 years...the triumphs and the tragedies, the work days and the vacation days, the children and now the grandchildren. You really can sense all of that in an embrace. And it reaches to the depth of your soul.

The neat thing is, God willing, we have many more bends in the road yet to travel through. And when we're approaching the end of our stay here, I will love her even more.

Thank you, Carole, for all you mean to me.

2 comments:

Blake Perkins said...

She is a one in a million

Heather said...

What a sweet hubby you are Tim. Carole, hang on to him....