I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I’ll make you so sure about it
If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world would show nothing to me So what good would living do me? God only knows what I’d be without you… (Sometimes, someone else's words say it best. Thank you, Brian Wilson...)
that is so sweet. there are compensations to getting older...one is that you don't fight anymore,because they know what you are gonna say and you know what they're gonna say so you can just do it by number and save time..."fight number 3" oh yeah, well , fight number 3 to you , too" Marti
You look radiant and just made for each other. My husband and I belong to the Brown Eyes With Glasses-Married Several Decades Club, too. It's got the best people in it! Congratulations. *debbi* p.s. I'm so jealous you're wearing real sweaters already--the big news tonight was it may get down to the 70s here tomorrow.
You two actually remind me of two of my favorite people...
My aunt and uncle who are only a few year older than me because my mother was soooooooo young when I was born. Aunt Julie has been more like an older sister my whole life, being just ten years older than me.
Hi Lisa- Congradulations on 29 years of marriage. That's absolutely fantastic and it's clear to me by just looking at this great picture of the two of you, their is a lot of love & friendship shared between the two of you. Your poem made me cry and I truly believe it should be published.
As always, another great entry with a special treat by you......a poem. THANK YOU!
29 years - 1976 - The Bicentennial. Same thing happend to me and my husband on Oct. 23, 1976....next year we will be married for 30 years.....what will we do? Not sure but need to think ahead for something special. This year we went out to dinner. Congratulations on your anniversary! Not many of us make it that long anymore. We are the lucky ones. Nice picture too! Maria
I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him. --Abraham Lincoln
Where I'm From
I am from station wagons, from kool-aid and turf-builder.
I am from the three bedroom, one bath ticky-tacky box
with the swath of weedy lawn; from lightning bugs,
June bugs, and mosquitoes the size of small birds.
From nights near as hot as the days,
spread-eagled on sticky sheets
crickets creaking, horns honking,
trains rumbling and whistling in the distance…
I am from snow to the eaves, jewel-studded ice storms
and green-black thunderstorms with sideways rain.
I am from bright red tulips, honeysuckle berries,
and worms on the driveway after a cloudburst;
from daisies, tiny wild strawberries, “Queen Anne’s Lace”
and crashing the kite into power lines.
I am from “Look what followed me home from school”
and never having too many animals. From Taffy and Rusty
and Sunny, the yellow headed parakeet, who could say
“Happy Birthday” but only when he thought
no one was listening…
I am from the women who shuttle the carpool,
punch the clock, scrub the toilet,
then climb into the bottle, the herb
or the fantasy to quiet the noise in their heads
and the men they choose to rescue
or who choose to rescue them.
From “When you meet the right one, you’ll just know”
and “Your dad was a virgin when we were married…”
I am from the dutiful eldest daughter who paired off
home made and pro-created at the appointed time,
and the other four who didn’t.
I am from the tearful Catholic and the stoic agnostic;
the rope stretched taut between belief and unbelief,
pulled one direction, then the other…
the eternal tug of war never won.
I’m from pioneers of urban exile; before the country clubs and the soccer and the Rolls Royces.
I’m from the first McDonald’s and the last Tastee Freez.
I am from the great moldering box in the upstairs closet;
roaring twenties sepias stacked on
shiny square instamatic shots, discoloring with age.
I am from the five stair-steps, the Christmas trees, the campfires,
and the blurred mountains captured from a moving car.
I am from the unlikely union of a country boy and a city girl,
brought together by Hitler and Hirohito;
and the neighborhood of compromise
that kept them both sane…almost.
On Where We're Destined to Go...
As for life, I'm humbled, I'm without words sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint, and soft as a spring pond,both of these and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides, and so many mysteries beautiful as eggs in a nest, still unhatched though warm and watched over by something I have never seen -a tree angel, perhaps,or a ghost of holiness.
Every day I walk out into the world to be dazzled, then to be reflective. It suffices, it is all comfort - along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last to the long afterlife, to the tenderness yet to come, when time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death, I can't wait to be the hummingbird, can you?
Mary Oliver
"Sometimes I go around feeling sorry for myself; and all the while I am being carried by the wind across the sky." --Chippewa saying.
that is so sweet.
ReplyDeletethere are compensations to getting older...one is that you don't fight anymore,because they know what you are gonna say and you know what they're gonna say so you can just do it by number and save time..."fight number 3" oh yeah, well , fight number 3 to you , too"
Marti
Lovely. I hope it was a good day.
ReplyDeleteYou look radiant and just made for each other. My husband and I belong to the Brown Eyes With Glasses-Married Several Decades Club, too. It's got the best people in it! Congratulations. *debbi* p.s. I'm so jealous you're wearing real sweaters already--the big news tonight was it may get down to the 70s here tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! Congrats to you both.
ReplyDeleteDonna
You two actually remind me of two of my favorite people...
ReplyDeleteMy aunt and uncle who are only a few year older than me because my mother was soooooooo young when I was born. Aunt Julie has been more like an older sister my whole life, being just ten years older than me.
Happy day Lisa.
Blessings Lisa!
ReplyDeleteNo one appreciates a wonderful relationship more than a person who can't seem to find one....
You give me hope....
Maybe there really is a happy ever after....
Hope your love is doubled each day!
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!
V
Ah!!! I love this!!!
ReplyDeleteOh, how sweet to be that in love, Lisa! I hope your anniversary was everything you'd hoped for. :-)
ReplyDeleteDonna
That's a great picture. Congratulations again.
ReplyDeleteJackie
I think you'd still be someone very special without him. But with him, even better. I'm not god, but I know.
ReplyDelete29 years! Unbelievalbly amazing to me. Congrats! :-) ----Robbie
ReplyDeleteoh, many congrats!!!! You know, you two sort of look alike. Have you ever noticed that after living with people a long time they start to look alike?
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary!
ReplyDeleteLori
Sorry I missed your anniversary, belated congratulations
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Hi Lisa-
ReplyDeleteCongradulations on 29 years of marriage. That's absolutely fantastic and it's clear to me by just looking at this great picture of the two of you, their is a lot of love & friendship shared between the two of you.
Your poem made me cry and I truly believe it should be published.
As always, another great entry with a special treat by you......a poem.
THANK YOU!
Enjoy the day,
Gayla
Congratulations, and thanks for posting this terrific pic of the two of you. It made me feel good, to read this entry.
ReplyDeleteJudi
Happy A!!! I love that song.
ReplyDeleteHappy Belated 29 years Anniversay!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pic of the two of you!
Gem :-)
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29 years - 1976 - The Bicentennial. Same thing happend to me and my husband on Oct. 23, 1976....next year we will be married for 30 years.....what will we do? Not sure but need to think ahead for something special. This year we went out to dinner. Congratulations on your anniversary! Not many of us make it that long anymore. We are the lucky ones. Nice picture too!
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