TIME
June 24th, 2006 was a day that changed my life forever. One year and one month and one day ago today. A year ago I was fortunate and blessed enough to have been granted the privilege of marrying the sweetest kindest person on the planet. The past month has been filled with retrospective thoughts for me. How my life has changed-All for the better I might add and what might not have been.
I am reminded of the lyrics to a very special song:
Love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself, and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.
Many times I've been at work, or lost in thought, sleepless at night, cruising the net and those words come to me. Love is truly special. I had given up on love when love found me. Over the past year, JP has shown me a love unboundless across time, taught me to give love more then I thought I could; and to accept love to help me heal. No matter how bad a day either one of us had, just a few minutes together, touching, holding each other, re-united for the day we were at peace.
So many nights, I've woken up and seen him sleeping next to me, an Angel of Peace. It has given me feelings of security, peace, heaven and love all rolled up into one thing.
Marriage is good. Our marriage is secure for all times... emotionally spiritually, and legally.
My job keeps me way to busy and does without a doubt interrupt my personal life. However it does pay the bills and I do enjoy my work so it is a trade off. We make up for it by stealing whatever moments we can together before and after my work.
On Sunday for example, we were up and about for the morning. After breakfast, JP decided he was going to go do some Photography in the North End. The North End is one of the older sections of Boston and Very Italian. I had to be getting to work a bit later on in the day. I decided to go with him. We only got to spend about and extra 45 minutes together but it was wonderful. Just walking the small streets, content in each other's presence. One or the other of us would see something that we liked and JP would shoot a picture or two. Just being together made the day perfect.
I guess what I'm saying is that no matter how busy we become in our lives, we need to slow down once in a while and really take a moment or two to appreciate all of the things in life we are blessed with. Life is precious, all of life. To be able to share it with someone special is a very rare gift.
I am reminded of the lyrics to a very special song:
Love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself, and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.
Many times I've been at work, or lost in thought, sleepless at night, cruising the net and those words come to me. Love is truly special. I had given up on love when love found me. Over the past year, JP has shown me a love unboundless across time, taught me to give love more then I thought I could; and to accept love to help me heal. No matter how bad a day either one of us had, just a few minutes together, touching, holding each other, re-united for the day we were at peace.
So many nights, I've woken up and seen him sleeping next to me, an Angel of Peace. It has given me feelings of security, peace, heaven and love all rolled up into one thing.
Marriage is good. Our marriage is secure for all times... emotionally spiritually, and legally.
My job keeps me way to busy and does without a doubt interrupt my personal life. However it does pay the bills and I do enjoy my work so it is a trade off. We make up for it by stealing whatever moments we can together before and after my work.
On Sunday for example, we were up and about for the morning. After breakfast, JP decided he was going to go do some Photography in the North End. The North End is one of the older sections of Boston and Very Italian. I had to be getting to work a bit later on in the day. I decided to go with him. We only got to spend about and extra 45 minutes together but it was wonderful. Just walking the small streets, content in each other's presence. One or the other of us would see something that we liked and JP would shoot a picture or two. Just being together made the day perfect.
I guess what I'm saying is that no matter how busy we become in our lives, we need to slow down once in a while and really take a moment or two to appreciate all of the things in life we are blessed with. Life is precious, all of life. To be able to share it with someone special is a very rare gift.