Not Random At All

More then a few times my mind tried to convince me that you were just some “random” girl in the crowd.  What would I have to say that you would possibly be interested in?  Each time I saw you my heart leaped in my chest and yearned to speak what each bone in my body was feeling.  I was about to bust and my spirit was becoming fragile each time I “attempted” to speak what was truly buried in me. The pathway from my heart to my lips was blocked by my insecurities that ultimately caged my feelings for you.  So glad that is not how the story ended. I can’t remember not loving you… Glad The Tomb is Empty

When You Say My name

Each time you say my name it feels like the first time I’ve heard it. It seems silly after all these years but it still feels special to know that this one-syllable spoken by you can magnify my joy. If the truth be told, “you had me the first time you called my name.” The flame I have for you still burns hot. Fire cast no shadow! It can’t be replicated. I guess that is why I can’t stop writing about you. I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty.

That Look

There is a look you give me that heals my pain. Your eyes pull me in. It is that silent conversation we have that is filled with peace and revelations of love that don’t have audible words but still speak love. I hear your voice and feel the love without my ears being invited. These heart to heart soul to soul conversations make me believe that God is in this thing we have together. Hearing without sound. Feeling without touch. Seeing without sight. Knowing that with Him all things are possible removes my need to wonder why or how we are “us”.
 I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty

Close To You

The first time I reached for your hand you weren’t quite ready.  You weren’t ready to concede to my advances let alone my touch.  I didn’t understand.  Just another clumsy attempt on my part was all I could derive from my latest advance. I was befuddled but determined.  Your grace and mesmerizing smile trapped my mind in an undeniable quest to get closer to you. When I think about that moment, I wanted you to see me but I didn’t know what “me” looked like.  I let down my guard down and you met me where I was.  Now when I hold your hand, I feel your heartbeat for me.  I see your love. I hear your body call me to come nearer.  I know that our hands are an extension of our souls coming together preparing for infinity. Because of this, I will keep reaching and wanting. I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty

Have I Told You Lately

We do our best to begin each day by thanking God for creating and guiding this union. We talk about how blessed we are and how we should never take for granted this moment in time. In the grand scheme of things, we are only a mist, a vapor, a puff of air in time. Having said that how can I not shout from the highest mountain how much I love her? How can I not be shameless in my total gratitude to God for gifting me a wife and a life that I surely do not deserve? I love you, sweetheart!
            Glad the tomb is empty.

Even If My Hearts Stops

Long after my heart stops beating my soul will still be telling the world how much I love you. The joy I feel whenever you enter my consciousness is remarkable simply because you are a constant in all things Lance. I am imploring God to never grow weary of my gratitude for creating you just for me. 38 years of marriage (plus 6) is only a number that tracks time for man but God has given us a shot at infinity. I can never tell you enough how much I love you. But even if my words do run short my heart and soul have you covered. Happy Anniversary sweetheart (June 27, 1981). Glad the tomb is empty.

Built For You

I thought I could be in the NFL until I got blindsided and literally saw stars for a week. I thought I might want to be an accountant until I failed calculus (twice). I enjoyed running track and the exhilaration of the wind but not the pain as I pushed to the finish line. Some of these “adventures” required more than I was physically able to give or maybe I was not mentally ready to conquer. Janet, through all of that and more you have been constant. What I now know is that I am physically, mentally, and spiritually built to love you. When the world tries to cloud my view, God clears my vision to allow me to see Him in you. When I just can’t figure out where you are going, He tutors me through the test. The draft I feel when my frustration flares is the breeze from His wings of love. I love you like I do because I was built for it. I was built for you. “No good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.” 
 I love you sweetheart. Glad the tomb is empty.