September 23, 2018
Romance just ain’t what it used to be. Time was, when it meant flowers and chocolate, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and candlelit evenings. Linda’s birthday today started out with me exercising and a quick breakfast before heading off to writer’s group. Drum roll for the big event of the day: I bought four snow tires for next year; hey—a good deal is a good deal! We did have lunch together before I gathered things up for band rehearsal.
We weren’t really hungry for dinner, so it was off to the funeral home before taking in one of the grandkids’ soccer games. Now it’s 10:30, and we’re finally home for the night; not exactly fodder for the next great romance novel. Except that it is. If you want to grow a squash, you only need three months. An oak takes a century. When Linda and I were first married, we thought we knew love. Looking back, we had no clue. It stands to reason; in spite of what Hollywood tells us, love does not blossom overnight. It takes years to grow into something strong and tall, able to withstand the storms of life because its roots have grown deep over time. We’ve had the time, the roots are deep, and God has made us strong. Life is good because our love is good.