Historical Romance

History is such a big part of romance. I used to think that newness and the unknown were romantic, but time and the Holy Spirit and a godly husband have changed all of that. Otherwise, long term marriage would be highly unattractive...and it isn't.The memories of celebrations, overcome hardships and steps of maturity all create an atmosphere of something precious. Diamonds, tempered by pressure and time sparkle brilliantly and are stronger than most opposing forces. A very appropriate symbol for engagement rings. We need to glance at them now and then to remember how a fulfilling marriage is hewn.

Hearing an old song from your teenage years, thumbing through stored toys at Mom's house or turning the dial on a rotary phone bring back good memories and feelings that cannot be taken away and are unique to you and those you shared them with. It forms a romantic bond for the select few who shared. History cannot be changed, but it can be savored. It seems though, that we don't learn to savor until we grow older. If only the young could understand how diamonds are made.

Looking back over the years with Guy only makes me appreciate what we have more. Remembering the way we were divinely brought together, regardless of our mutual protests...starting a family with not a clue how...weathering the storms and sunny days of ministry...figuring each other out and laughing at our differences instead of screaming...watching the wrinkles and grey hairs subtly appear on each other...feeling the loyalty and bond deepen...these all merge and produce a romance that no amount of candlelight and soft music can replicate.

When he walks into a room my heart may not flutter as much anymore, but my soul gravitates to his side. I feel safe there. I feel comfortable there. I feel delighted there. It is something truly mine and mine alone. our eyes do occasionally meet through the crowd and separate conversations...and there it is...we smile...I wink...he smiles bigger...I hold back a silly tear and thank God that I finally understand what love is.

At the end of each day when we rest our heads together, the familiar whispers in the dark sharing thoughts, the warm closeness, wrap up another 24 hours in a neat and tidy package to be put away. History. Package after package a lifetime of events is stored, but the faithful effects are not. They stay and strengthen. They make a diamond.


Our first Valentines together...1989...love the shiny blue suit. I can almost hear Starship's "Nothin's Gonna Stop Us Now" in the background.

Showered with gifts.

Surprise V-day dinner for "friends" in the dorm.

Guy sent cupid to romance me in the library...brave Bob :)

History :)