33 years

33 years ago… WOW! I hadn’t really thought about how many years until Steve posted happy anniversary on Facebook this morning. I knew it was our anniversary but until I read the number 33 it hadn’t even crossed my mind.

So while reflecting on that day July 17, 1982 this morning these words from the hands poem read silent in my thoughts. I have posted them before. I hear this poem at many weddings and since losing Grant I tear up every time. Since the day I married Steve these words remain the truest of vows throughout the years.

These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.

These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and tears of joy.

These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children.

These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.”

Author Unknown

Today I celebrate the 33 years I have been blessed with my best friend. Today we celebrate all the years we’ve had; the good days and the bad, happy and the sad.

I have thought a lot about marriage today. Blessed for all the happy days, maybe even more blessed on the hardest. Sometimes a marriage isn’t strong enough to make it until the end of time, but that never changes or lessens the one common love between two people; the deepest kind of love which remains between two people married or not. The deep love I am talking about is the love of a child and the love for that person who was the other half of creating, raising, and loving that child. I believe there is no love more profound, never ending, or unconditional than the love two people share for their child. And there is no greater heart break in a marriage than losing a child.

Marriage is hard. Sure there is the feel-good, beautiful, happy moments that make it easy but the hard days, the rollercoaster of anger and heartache in a marriage when hurting deep can be very easily chewed up and spit out, can be just plain hard. It takes work and it takes cherishing even the hard days for it can create a bond that is never failing.

I am blessed this 33rd year being married to Steve…

These are the hands of your best friend, who loves you even more today than yesterday, even more tomorrow than today.

These are the hands that will together rebuild a future when life has shattered.

These are the hands that will hold you on the most tragic days of your life.

These are the hands that will hold your broken heart with the most tender care.

These are the hands that equally love your children and equally feel their pain.

There are the hands that would do anything to bring joy to your saddest of days.

These are the hands that will love and forgive you on your ugliest of days.

These are the hands that till the end of time… love you.

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