A rare moment alone, when we could speak in full sentences (paragraphs, even!) without interruption. A time when we could pause to ponder and not lose the train of thought. Two hours when we could really see each other.
As the kids played on The Plaza with my cousins, my husband and I sat on a rooftop deck, drinks in hand, relishing every tick of the clock. And it was in those moments, moments that he heard me, moments that he spoke to my heart, moments when loved rushed through me just by looking into his eyes, that I experienced a sense of gratitude that I had not felt in a very long time.
|Kids posing for photos for my cousins.|
The gratitude welled inside me like an undiscovered spring, thanking God that He knew what was best, that He is a sustainer, that He is alive and well in our union.
I love him.
I love Him.
He loves Him.
Something majestic in this triangle of love. Something so honorable and so pleasing. While there is not perfection, there is a love that passes all understanding. We daily have to work on this 1 Corinthians 13 type of love, but in the moments when I see the fruit of all this hard work, when I can sit back and revel in mystery of it, when I can let it wash over me like a refreshing wave, I am buoyed beyond measure.
A simple thank you to my husband, on this ordinary day, weeks after this precious date. Thank you for all that you are and all that you do.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for loving our children.
Thank you for loving Him.
Linking with Michelle at Graceful.