By Sharka Waite
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. ~Khalil Gibran
Every culture has a different definition of marriage and its way of celebrating spouses and the union. It’s also a very individual affair how we choose to honor our loved ones. As a young woman I was quite reluctant to get married. Not for the reason of being scared of the “till death do us part” commitment, quite the contrary. I valued and viewed the union between two souls sacred and felt today’s generation doesn’t as much; a feeling the divorce rate statistics surely support. I never wished to be a part of the statistics, yet, my heart was never closed due to skepticism or bitterness. Being the realistic judge of my own situation, I knew I would realize the right person for me at the right time. And, as always, my patience served me well. What a happy marriage I now have!
Every morning when I wake up, I take a personal quiet moment to be grateful for my great husband and our life together; reminding myself to never take him or our marriage for granted. Isn’t that the ultimate proclamation of love, after all – to be aware of simple moments and grateful for what we have? Every day spent with my husband is a special day to me; a gift, a reason to celebrate. But especially on his Birthday, I am overcome with gratitude and thank for the day he was born and grew up into such a wonderful man and husband. How fortunate I am to be his wife!
♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETY! I LOVE YOU!!! ♥