After saying good bye to early morning guests, my husband and I finish up with a few routine chores, then meet in our front room to sit quietly; Peaceful and serene. No music or sounds from the T.V., just our own voices if we choose to talk, and time to listen to one another. No hurry, no rush. Sharing years together and knowing each other well, we're not compelled to speak, but comfortable with our silence.
Some days we sit on the sofa next to each other , reading a book or sharing a Bible verse. This day Gary sits on the sofa alone, while I sit on the chair, closer to the fire opposite him. I can tell he's lost in thought looking at the wooded view through the window. While he's looking at the lake and trees, contemplating their natural beauty, I look at him, contemplating the good man he is.
I observe his hands still steady and strong; hands that lifted his sons, encouraging them with words of wisdom and unconditional love. Hands that have embraced me , his wife of 32 years, giving me strength whenever I've been anxious and afraid. Hands so willing to help another, whether friend or stranger - whenever they're in need.
I think how much I admire this man who believes a man's word is his bond, and lives life following that creed ,who places hands together and bends a knee , giving thanks to God for the blessing of our family.
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