Talking Hearts

 

Our sweetheart month is ending but our love continues to grow. Many years ago my girlfriend messed around and became my best friend! When we hooked up in “75” Janet had a project on her hands. There was so much that I could share with her that would not go over well with my guy friends despite how close we were. As teenagers and young adults, we both appreciated that bond. But the world invaded our lives, and our hearts lost the ability to communicate with each other. The daily grind of trying to survive in this world took over. Our hearts and our relationship suffered from the silence. We needed to hear our hearts have a conversation. Without mentors or even plausible examples, our growth as a couple and parents was impeded by that silence. The covenant we made with God kept our hands on the proverbial broomstick we jumped when we said “I do.” Janet and I don’t take for granted that the world does not always recognize that we are intrinsically linked, two sides of the same coin. We learned to remove the obstacles and let our hearts talk to each other. That’s why we are best friends (and lovers.) I B loving U sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty!

Sweetheart Month

March means more to me than the Hallmark month of February. March is our “sweetheart” month. Back in the day, March was the month I put on the “full-court press”. I was probably more intense than I needed to be. Like most teenagers I thought I had all the pieces I needed to get started, and I was anxious to start my life (at 16 right). I had a bag full of dreams or should I say pieces of dreams. Whenever I reached in and tried to share one, no girl would take me seriously. Maybe they thought I was too intense about my future. I knew I wanted more than my past or present was offering me. To be honest Janet held me off as well. After that first call, I knew she could help me develop these pieces into something special. Together we have molded “our” dreams and life into one long love letter. It’s a fantastic read. I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty

Love Letters

 

I was looking for something I really didn’t need in the closet and found these letters. In the fall of 1976, Janet left Chicago and returned to Dallas to attend Roosevelt High. In that age of no internet or cell phones, we began writing letters to each other. I was paranoid that her hometown and childhood friends would “woo” her away from me. To be honest, I was a nervous wreck my entire senior year of high school. I kept writing, she kept writing, and we tried to reassure each other that our day at the altar would happen. We briefly hooked up in the summer of 1977 which was the greatest summer any teenage couple could have. I left for SIU-C and Janet returned to Dallas. The letters intensified but not the uncertainty. I didn’t know God but I knew a piece was missing from our picture. I accepted Christ at Rock Hill Baptist Church in Carbondale Il. Then I packed up my worldly possessions and drove nonstop to Dallas Texas. I am still writing love letters. I love you, sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty