Special days, Birthdays
One day love to remember
My Wife’s day today
January 15, 1958 was a Wednesday and a bitterly cold day across the Grand Rapids, Michigan area.
My wife says she was born into the cold and didn’t like it and hasn’t liked it since.
As she is the 12th of 12 children, I could say the expected, “saving the best for last” or “cheaper by the dozen.”
But I won’t.
As it is her birthday, I could quote Mr. Twain when he said, “Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.”
But I won’t.
I AM reminded of Mr. Dryden on love and time when he wrote;
“Love and Time with reverence use,
Treat them like a parting friend:
Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send:
For each year their price is more,
And they less simple than before.”
My wife and I have been together a long time.
Lots of birthdays
Lots of years.
Our lives together are more complex each year.
The price of those years seems to increase as they increase with issues.
Love and time are at the bottom of it all.
Through love, over time, those years with her are a ‘golden gift’.
So today, my hope for her is for a happy birthday.
And a wish, at any price, for many more.