i’m always baffled when the hubby and i learn something new about each other. i don’t know why it catches me so off guard. we’ve been married for 8 years (today!), but it’s not like that’s a lifetime. do you ever watch older couples in restaurants? i’m talking the couples that have been married fifty plus years. they still have things to say, right? they probably still learn something new about each other every now and then. so why shouldn’t we? don’t get me wrong, we talk a lot. in fact, i’m writing this blog post from my hotel room (life of a traveling salesgirl), having just gotten off the phone with B. do you know how long we talked? 1 hour and 52 minutes! so when i tell you that we have a lot to say, i’m not lying. i guess maybe it’s because of the fact that we are so chatty that i thought by this point i would’ve heard all his stories and he mine. but alas, i’ve managed to remain a girl of mystery…
i’ve blogged recently about my obsessive, almost maniacal, need to clean out, reorganize, declutter, etc. i mean, i am showing no mercy. well, recently i stumbled upon an old book of poems that i wrote in high school. some might have even been from junior high too. nothing was dated, of course. i pulled them out, read them, laughed a little (or lot) and then proceeded to tell B about my find. turns out, he had no idea that i ever even wrote poetry! he really didn’t even realize how much i liked writing anything, much less poetry. how is it that we’ve never discussed this? i’m actually a *published* poet. a poem that i wrote at 14 years of age made it into the Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans. i think my parents are actually the ones who nominated my poem. ha! but in all seriousness, even as a kid i was introspective and thoughtful so writing has always been a great outlet for me. as he read through my words from years ago, i honestly expected him to laugh at my silly little poems. i sure did. most of them were full of teenage angst that i’m sure was very real at the time, but now seems so foolish. anyway, he didn’t laugh. there was one poem in particular that he actually loved. i was shocked and accused him of joking with me. turns out he was serious. he liked it so much, he wanted me to write it on the chalkboard in our kitchen.
what struck me about this poem is how idealistic i was. somewhere between teenager and now, i lost that side of me. i don’t know when or how it happened. life just beat it out of me. i became very practical. and responsible. and risk-averse. and boring! B, on the other hand, has never wavered. no one dreams bigger than he does. no one is more optimistic. no one is more ambitious. in the past couple of years, he has stretched me and made me uncomfortable in his pursuit of a life that i felt was bigger than we are. more than we could handle and certainly more than we deserved. but you know what…in the process i found that girl again! the bright-eyed, futuristic, fire-in-my-belly girl i used to be. and you know what? i’ve missed her…and i kinda even like her.
so today, in honor of our 8th wedding anniversary, i’m sharing this poem here for B. for making this life together more fun and exciting than i could have ever dreamed. for always seeing the best in ME and for always wanting the best for US.
have mercy, dear readers. this poem is simple and unpolished. but i guess the 16-year-old girl who wrote it was too. :)
Follow your dreams,
Pursue them on high.
What can you see?
Is it only the sky?
Crystal blue, billows of white?
Falling stars, the blackness of night?
Search even harder.
Past what the eyes may see.
There glory will surround you,
Shining from the Almighty King.
Whisper in His ear,
“Father, what have you planned for me?”
He will gently reply,
“My sweet child, you must follow your dreams.”
He creates your dreams,
Just as He creates life.
Work to achieve His mighty plan.
Dear friend, please try.
Follow your dreams,
Always look beyond the sky.
happiness is…the past 8 years. every minute of it.