Twenty nine years began after only sixty days of knowing each other. Looking back, it seems just a few moments ago and it feels good. Counting seems pointless because the years with Bob breezes through like flying through the Eiffel, cruising on the Thames and even sailing the Boracay shores; because each moment is a reason our memories are made — our life together in love.
The marathon to forever is not a race but a loving challenge for Bob and me. We are not competing against each other but we are a team attempting victory together. There are moments, and a lot of them, when the roads seem lonely running alone because one refuses to stride alongside the other …
… anger over patience
… unmet expectations over trust
… callousness over thoughtfulness
… grumbling over thankfulness
… arguing over quiet surrender
… and the list goes on
We stumble, help each other up, dust off each other’s specks and clasp each hand to run the marathon together again.
Humbly, Bob is the gift the Lord blessed me with in all his kindness, quirks and temper and his good looks (wink wink) — he is my Bob and I am his.
I remain to praise God for this marriage which is not a perfect set-up but a partnership with the Lord who has made this sacred vow worth treasuring and praying for. Every day is a meaningful journey that started twenty nine years ago until forever — with Bob holding my hand firmly clasped in the Lord’s — I will and always will be BOB’s wife.