Peter and I just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary on Sunday August 11th. We began our special day at 2:30am when I awoke in severe pain and began to shake uncontrollably. Moans escaped. My pour husband didn’t know what to do so he made me a cup of hot water with honey, lifted my head and encouraged me to sip. He climbed into bed with me, took my perpetually cold feet and put them on his warm body. We clasped hands, rearranged our heads on the same pillow and stared at one another.
No words, just tears.
Finally I choked, “I love you babe. I don’t know if I am going to make it”. More tears. I told him how thankful I am that God brought us together; How proud I am of the man he has become; How he is my soul mate, best friend, confidant, encourager, dream sharer, father, laugh maker, Sherpa, lover and so much more.
Then I said something I never thought I would. I gave Peter my blessing to marry someone else if I should pass. It is the greatest act of love. I opened my heart as wide as it has ever been, pouring everything out.
He told me he couldn’t imagine his life with anyone but me. Still at least he knows how much I care, how much I love him. The past 29 years seems to have passed in minutes and yet so much has happened. We have had the most incredible life. I would not change a thing. God knows what He is doing and even now we have to trust His good plan.
Still our plans did not include cancer. Our plans included growing old together, holding grandchildren, dancing, laughing, praying, traveling and doing our best to bless the world. We never imagined when we said “in sickness and in health” that it, would be this hard.
We didn’t make physical love at 2:30 in the morning. We made intimate love with our eyes, with our pain, with our very souls. It was beautiful.
“Happy Anniversary honey”.
We prayed and in Gods great mercy, we fell asleep for 5 hours and I woke to livable pain.
The rest of the day was more than we could ask or imagine. We went to church where my dear friend Lynne and I had the privilege of performing a song she wrote called “Words have power”. As we finished, the entire church rose to their feet and clapped. We were all filled with the joy of the Lord.
Peter and I left smiling as he helped me to the car. There was no shame in his wife having to use a cane or a walker. Only love. Days before, I burst out laughing as he proclaimed that my butt looked really good pushing a walker. He is simply the best.
Later we cuddled, made love for real, watched humming birds and let the sun soak our skin. We delighted over dinner and marveled at the beauty of the sunset. We thanked God for everything and then a pink, red and orange cloud formed into an arrow, which pointed to the heavens. It was a sign for us to keep our eyes on Jesus and trust.
We never would have thought with the way the day began that it would end with us cherishing one of the greatest anniversaries ever.
God is good. He really is.
Whatever you face. Magnificent things are coming.
All my love,