Celebrate!

Today,

the Pilot Guy and I a

re celebrating

32

years of marriage.

Chains do not hold a marriage together.

It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads, which sew people together through the years.

Simone Signoret

Marriage is not just spiritual communion; it is also remembering to take out the trash.

Joyce Brothers

Real giving is when we give to our spouses what's important to them,

whether we understand it, like it, agree with it, or not.

Michele Weiner-Davis

They do not love who do not show their love.

William Shakespeare

The Beauty of Love:

The question is asked, "Is there anything more beautiful in life than a young couple clasping hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?"

And the answer is given. "Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another.

Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love.

Old love."

Unknown

Two persons who love each other are in a place more holy than the interior of a church.

William Lyon Phelps

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of passion, into a great rooted tree.

Vita Sackville-West

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.

Robert Browning

Memoir Monday ~ Family Visits

A week or two ago, some of our favorite people came for a visit~the Pilot Guy's youngest brother, his wife, and two teenagers. Together we shopped, watched baseball games, shopped some more, ate too much, stayed up too late, and laughed a lot.

In my growing up family as well as the Pilot Guy's family, relatives were welcome in our home all the time. In fact, it was a sign of something gone terribly wrong if the relatives didn't stay in your home.

Today's Memoir assignment is to write, draw, paint, or compose about your remembrances of family visits. Vacations, holidays, or other trips...who came to your house?

Did Grandmother and Granddad kick you out of your room? Did you have cousins sleeping on pallets on the floor of the living room? Who did the preparations for visitors? Did everyone pitch in to help clean and cook? Were you a formal bunch or loud and rowdy?

Was your family one of the ones that never hosted guests? What are your memories of being a guest in your grandmother's or aunt's home?

How have you changed from how your parent's or grandparent's generation did this?

I can't wait to see what you dig around and find in your memories this week.

One other thing...some of you know we are in the middle of planning a wedding this month. In fact, it is in less than two weeks. (YIKES!) In our backyard. (August. Texas. Outdoors. Are we brave or what?) I'm not blogging much because I simply don't have many working brain cells left at the end of the day. That's too bad, too, because now that I think of it, blogging is relaxing and refreshing. We will see what happens...

After the wedding...some exciting stuff will be happening here at Creative Soul. Thanks to each and everyone of you who read. You make my day!

Thirty Years and Counting....

Today The Pilot Guy and I celebrate thirty years of marriage.

Thirty YEARS? How did that happen?

One day at a time.

Choosing every day to be together. Not a hard choice for us, since we love being with each other.

Choosing to see the best in each other. Never speaking ill of each other to someone else.

Choosing to like the other's interests.

Sharing a common love for God and a common committment to our marriage vows.

Enjoying each other.

One of our favorite quotes is:

You don't stop playing when you get old,
You grow old when you stop playing.

We still like playing together.

We can't wait until we are celebrating our sixtieth anniversary together.