A season of Love

This morning after stretching, then carefully undoing the charlie's in my leg...I rose. It's an age thing. You'll see. It happens after years of self-inflicted body torture. The torture is done but the consequences of negligence continue.

It's going to be a beautiful day. The evidence is ALL over my refrigerator. There are as many weddings to attend this summer as I have toenails!

Just lots and lots of weddings. I'm happy.

It convinces me that the sacred bond and trust of marriage is still alive; that the establishment that has existed since the dawn of ages is still valid. That people still believe in a sacred commitment of marriage to their one and only. I'm delighted, thankful and relieved that it is still so.

I am reminded of the very moment I fell in love for the last time. We were on his Harley headed home from Pinos Altos.

He reached back and softly touched my leg. I knew I loved him. The feeling went ALL over me. I knew that very moment. I knew I could not live without him. I knew we would marry...

And we did.

It is truly a remarkable marriage. Not the first for either of us but the first time either of us have loved so completely. This is indeed my season of love; my season of love for eternity.

And now...