“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.” Genesis 2:24
This year I’m not just looking back at 32 years with my Sweet Julie. This past year I’m feeling more and more happy with being her husband. I just want time with her. That’s hard when the job has me traveling so much. I want to watch movies with her, travel with her, and do whatever else we can think of. Together.
I’ll turn 60 in June. I’ve been caught up short at the fact that I’m much closer to my end than my beginning. Given my family history, well, we’re not especially long-lived folks.
However much future I have left, I want to be spent enjoying each other. Whether it’s sitting silently at home reading or taking a trip – long or short – I just want to enjoy her. I want to listen to her laugh, feel her warmth next to me, tease each other about the same idiosyncrasies as we have for the last 32 years, have countless more Saturday mornings at Panera with a pastry, our books, and talks.
I’d like to revisit Paris and just watch her sipping her “Café’ American” coffee in the little park behind Notre Dame as she did before. Maybe there will be one more new overseas adventure. Who knows? Scotland? Australia?
I’d enjoy another fall Saturday riding our bicycles around Put-In-Bay out in Lake Erie. I remember doing that the fall after my heart surgery. Fatigued, she had me lay down on some lush grass and sat there next to me as I napped in the fall sunshine.
There are so many good memories, I find myself hungrier for more. I want that now more than I ever have.
I’m reminded not to let time be wasted, because when you have a fine wife every second is precious. We have a trip coming up this year to plan. There are more holidays. There are more times with both of our daughters. There are more evenings spent with friends.
And not a few Saturday mornings with a pastry, a good book, and a chat with the love of my life, my Jewel.