Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
These were the words my husband and I agreed to be read at our wedding. We were full of joy even being in our late 40s at being married to someone we loved to such a great degree. Well almost a decade as passed with life changing speed our lives were changed as well. Two things did us in both accidents both simple to recover from as kids not so simple now. Head trauma, pinched nerves, pain, loss of memories, physical limitations increased, weight gain, hair loss, increased falls all have played their part in our lives these last 3 years. What I want to say is the love has grown, the spirit still finds hope, today I love him with respect and dignity for his daily grind he does. I work hard at not doing much for him. To let him find what he can do and what he can figure out to do without as much help. I am here for him, I support him, I will not chip away at what regrowth of dignity I have seen him regain nor do I need to do things he can do. He is a man, he is due respect for what he does each and every day just to get out of bed. The pain, the falls, the lost of felling in extremities are enough for anyone to endure. There are days he walks with a cane pride fills me as I know what he has overcome to bring that cane out, there are days he does not need the cane yippy Skippy. He does this without pain killers which he does not want to become depend on, he does this without hot tubs or other sources to relieve his achiness. I remember how tall he stood and how proud he was of me. I will stand proud and recall his duty to himself he prides himself in. He is a gentleman who loves his spouse, wants to provide for her, take care of her, and be a gentleman to other women in which he comes in contact with each and over day. No cursing, not hitting, no fighting, no biting, what he does on those times I blow is he keeps quite and waits for the storm to blow over. There are safety words for him to use if I have crossed over the line in my tantrum to get me a fair warning I have crossed the line. Eight years ago today we shared with our family and friends the joy of our joining. Today I felt that joy again when I watched him sit in a saddle for the first time in many a year. He will live his dream so that his dream gives him a reason to live each day, face the day with hope and goals on why we get up each and over day in this old body we now endure even if it has been in an accident or two.