There are so many things I could say about our special day: August 21,1965. We stood before God and said our vows. It was a celebration with family and friends. We were a perfect example of youth with all of the innocence that accompanies it.
Our lack of knowledge gave us freedom from moral wrongs.
We knew one thing only: LOVE.
We thought we were the perfect example of what a life of love should be. We were fearless about what the future would hold.
We had a special bond that held us together: LOVE.
Did we expect to have troubles???
But, trouble is an inevitable part of life. When trouble comes you simply need to hold your head high and face that trouble directly.
There were many; they came often.
You can’t be youthfully naive and not have trouble sitting at your table.
We both felt strong and confident that we’d be able to conquer everything. And, we did.
Those of us who’ve had the joy of celebrating many years of marriage do so with a badge of honor.
Conquering trials and tribulations along with creating joyful and loving moments together are part of how relationships bond together.
What gives us the honor to celebrate so joyously?
Our commitment for a lifetime together.
And, we’ve been.
We celebrate another anniversary with our hearts filled with joyful LOVE.
“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”
Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.
“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.
“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.
Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.
He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.
I spent time building something that couldn’t be built. You showed me that I’d counted on the illusion of my heart.
Perhaps my love, it’s time to say goodbye.
Yes, you don’t want to hear these words.
Our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand for it would fall upon itself.
We tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed. It’s hard to distinguish whether or not the world I live in is a reality or a delusion.
Yet, I didn’t know that shifting sands would lie beneath my feet. I toiled and hungered with determination and fearless resolve. Faithful in my yearnings that you and I could be. I felt a loving future that, I thought, our lives could share. Our imminent future built upon a platform we would surely coalesce.
But now, it’s time to say goodbye instead. I’ll spend my time constructing a newness to survive without your presence in my mind or throbbing in my heart.
You were the man that made me proud.
Your soul had made me strong.
You were the path that kept me straight.
Now, I just don’t belong.
Forever and a day, I will be in love with you.
But keeping the desires of sunshine fresh has been difficult to do.
Sadly, your fingers drift from my hand as we say goodbye.
Your touch is fading from my soul you are no longer mine.
In May, my hubby and I celebrated our 50th Anniversary. Our actual anniversary date is August 21st. We celebrated early because of the ports we were interested in seeing. The Panama Canal was one of the many ports. I’ve been trying to get posts written on each one of the ports but it’s happening very slowly.
As it turned out, when I arrived home my back pain, that I had had before I left for our trip, became much more unbearable. I was bedridden. Despite my being a high risk patient, reluctantly, I decided to have the back surgery.
I’ve been progressing slowly since the surgery. I’m far from healed. But, with patience, I can see the light at at end of the road.
While on our cruise, we renewed our vows.
These were the words I spoke.
Enjoy … Isadora