This morning, for Valentine’s Day, I rushed my wife to the ER at 4am. Two weeks ago she had some fairly invasive surgery and has been recovering since then. She had a week in the hospital and a week at home. She thought she had turned a corner but things worsened and became very serious last night. So an early morning Valentine’s visit to the ER was required.
My dearest wife…..
When I vowed to you many years ago — “to have and to hold,
to love and to cherish,
from this day forward
for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health
until death do us part”
I meant it!
I have held your hand when the kids were born. I held your hand when D was in the NICU. I held your hand during your surgeries. I held your hand on your birthday last year in the ER. I held your hand two weeks ago during your recovery. I held your hand this morning on Valentine’s Day in the ER. I hold your hand on the way to the mailbox. I hold your hand every week during communion and prayer. And I will hold your hand walking into the sunset as we both grow old and grey.
I love you and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but by your side.
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
