Saturday, February 13, 2016

Call it an obsession?

Call it an obsession?  An addiction?  Maybe so. So be it.     

Consider this a shameless and unabashed Valentine's Day tribute to you...        
Because you make me laugh, listen to my rants, answer my questions, have interminable patience and long-suffering, and  didn't let that "older woman" thing stop you those many years past...
And because you put up with my Van Morrison fixation...
I do love you.


And I'm going to let Van [the Man] himself say it better than I can.                          

Have I Told You Lately...?


Because you take me on dates to my new favorite places and to the Christmas Train,  know I love old hotels, lived through my NASCAR days, and gave me Bob Seger t-shirts ...
And because you sat through nine hours of Lord of the Rings and the same of The Hobbit  and might even do it again, if I asked ...I do love you.

Because you were a better mommy to our girls than I was on those nights I couldn't be home with them and the very best daddy ...
And because you told our grandchildren that the solar jar on our patio is filled with moonbeams when it lights up at night (and at least one of them believes you) ...
I do love you.

Because you were there when it was easy and when it was hard, and after forty plus years you're still here and take me to Myrtle Beach where it all started...Because you let me be me and are the root that keeps me grounded...
Because you pray for wisdom and therefore are wise and you led our children in the ways of righteousness...I do love you.


And you gave me a ring that says White Shores and Beyond (because you know I'm still looking for a loophole to stay married to you in Heaven)...I do love you.   

And once more (through Mr. Morrison), and until I find my loophole, I invite you to...
Meet Me in the Indian Summer



  And I will betroth you to me forever.
I will betroth you to me in righteousness and in justice,
 
in steadfast love and in mercy.
Hosea 2:19

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