To my Husband,
I was at the supermarket yesterday when I noticed an elderly couple.
They were well into their eighties, and If I had to guess, I’d say that they had been married over fifty years. They shuffled along slowly, holding hands. After all that time together, they were still close and in love. It was obvious.
He laid a protective, wrinkled hand on her elbow when she carefully shuffled over some ice. And when they got to their car, he slowly moved ahead and opened the car door for her. She smiled sweetly, her face lighting up as though they were on their first date.
It made me realize that I worry about finances sometimes. And I worry about my dreams not coming true. Once in awhile I worry about how we’ll afford kids, how I’ll get my break as a writer, how we’ll ever finish everything that needs to get done in our home.
But when I saw them, I realized that if I had but one wish to make, my wish (and prayer) would be for us to happily grow old together. For me, that would be enough. Everything else pales in comparison.
I love you always,