Recently I began reading a New York Times best selling love story. Coincidentally, the same week my thirteen year old daughter borrowed Pride and Prejudice from our local library. As often happens I “stole” her book so I had both of them going at the same time. Along with at least three other books of various genres.
The modern book, although well written, interesting and a true “true love” story was a little too steamy for my conscience sake so Jane and Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy have been keeping me company before I fall asleep at night. I am so enjoying their chaste and interesting behavior and conversation.
My daughter has read the abridged version several times and watched the movie but hasn’t until now read the true Jane Austin authenticity. I am glad to have her read it and I would recommend it to any young women as it provides a lovely example of self discipline and morals.
But there is a romance far more interesting to me and sweeter as well. It is one that has been developing in my life for more than fifteen years. I don’t know what it is about this guy but after all this time I’m still crazy about him. And it’s more than just those blue eyes……
I think it started in the months before our marriage when we hiked all over the Pacific Northwest, talking, laughing, singing. We’d sit in his beat up old Datson talking late into the night, then sometimes he’d say, “OK, you better go inside now because I’m really tempted to kiss you.” And I would, I’d laugh and leave the conversation half finished, knowing we could pick it up again the next night or the next, or any delicious night we felt like it. I’d jump out of the car and call good night and I’d think,”This must be the very best guy in the whole wide world!”
I have worn a diamond for fifteen years, placed on my finger by a darling blue eyed boy. Now he’s got some gray in the curls by his ears. Sometimes we are just parents, loving our kids together, working as a team. But every now and then, for no reason that I can see, with no planning or forethought, when he looks at me, I am smitten because his eyes are those of a lover.
I love the man he has grown into much more than I ever could have loved the boy he used to be. And I still think that he must be the very best guy in the whole wide world.
Sometimes my heart is over flowing with love for him and I just need to tell him all about it. How happy he makes me, how I think he is the best dad I know of, how his blue eyes still make my tummy go flip flop. He likes it.
Sometimes our hearts are overwhelmed with thankfulness and praise to the Keeper of the Stars because he has given us so much more than we ever imagined.
Thousands of years ago wise King Solomon wrote,”There are four things that are too wonderful for me,yea, four things which I know not. The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea and the way of a man with a maid.” Proverbs 30:18,19
I know what you mean, Solomon, the way of a man with a maid is too wonderful to me as well! The one who has created romance and marriage is greatly to be praised.
I can hardly believe it, but, sometimes I am quite certain that I am the heroine of a romance in the makings……………..