We are still in the thick of packing and cleaning; but I had to take a moment to share with you today's post from a blog I follow. If you are impatient for the good stuff, just scroll down to the second section (the part under the second photo).
Here is the post.
Keith and I often say that we are still in the "honeymoon stage" (we aren't going to let it end). I think what this guy wrote about his wife comes the closest to describing the feeling: "If I could have another first kiss in exchange for a second of what we have now, I wouldn't take it."
I didn't know it could be this good.
P.S. Less than a month! I am so excited for Liz and Cory!
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The Last Touch
Their first touch at 17 was in the park, and the moon was full, she was beautiful to him, and her hair was long, and her eyes were blue, and her skin was warm and she turned to him and he thought that he knew what love was.
Another touch at 22 on their wedding night, and the stars were bright, she was beautiful to him, and her hair smelled sweet, and her lips were full, and her skin was warm and she turned to him, and he thought that knew what love was.
And then again at 25 when the baby came and the sun was high, she was beautiful to him, and her hair was damp and her fingers shook and her skin was warm and she turned to him, and he thought that knew what love was.
Later on at 54 setting on the porch, all the children grown, she was beautiful to him. Her hair was gray and her forehead lined her skin was warm and she turned to him, and he thought that he knew what love was.
Their last touch at 85 was by her bed and the moon was full, she was beautiful to him, and her hair was thin and her eyes were closed and her skin was cold and she turned to him, and he knew, O how he knew what love was.
After 68 years of laughter and tears he knew that he knew what love was.
~ Gene Merlino, Lex DeAzevedo, A time to love
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