Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tuesday Stew: Not Newlyweds?

Your Prude, in her younger, romantic years, would moon over poetry.
When she read the following poem she knew that THIS was the kind of man she wanted to marry:

Frances Shaw

Who loves the rain,
And loves his home.
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm;
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm;
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes.

Who knew, when I found this handsome critter:
that men with quiet eyes may not be as multi-dimensional as those with intense ones,
and that there are so many more important things to love than the rain.
Like his bride's family.
Her prudishness.
His God.

25 years ago today 
I did agree to follow him through the storm, and I haven't regretted it.
Wait- did I say 25 years? That can't be possible. Perms ARE still in style, right?


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Emily said...

Um, Encore Music School is Emily and I have no idea how I am signed into that very old Google Account when leaving comments on here! ... :/

Hope46 said...

I, too, had different ideas of what I wanted in a husband from what God had in mind, but God was SOOO right!:-) Congratulations on 25 years!

Lori said...

Happy Anniversary and Congratulations! May you have many more to come.

bethBA said...

Congratulations, Anita & Byron! May your children be blessed by many more of your years together!