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We met in mechanical drawing class, fall of 1968. She sat at the desk in front of me.

She worked hard on her drawings, usually getting “Cs & Bs.” I shot rubber bands at her butt, blamed it on the guy next to me, and copied her drawings—I got “Bs & As.”

The teacher warned her to stay away from me, telling her, “He’s trouble.” He may have been right.

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Our first date was on her sixteenth birthday, it took me months to get up the nerve to ask her.

She was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled when we talked about things she enjoyed. I could barely contain myself when she scooted over close to me in the car. I had her home at eleven, just as her mother asked.

I had lain awake most of that night reliving our conversations and sniffing my shirt collar for a trace of her perfume. I was infatuated with her. I wondered if 7am would be too early to call the following morning.

We became a couple. She decided our song was “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack—I thought, “Hush” by Deep Purple was much more accurate.

We married in the fall of 1972. She and I became us. We had no marriage handbook, we simply loved each other. In the beginning she was probably better at showing it than me, but I learned.

We had kids, three of them. You know those things don’t come with instructions. She seemed to be a natural at parenting. I eventually figured it out—I think.

We’ve stayed committed to each other, never wavering—even in the worst of times. I think that had something to do with our faith in God and our trust in each other.

We’ve dreamed together, played together, cried together, and prayed together. We found contentment in each other.

After 45 years of marriage I really have nothing to complain about…well, she could maybe speak a little louder, but other than that, I’m still infatuated with her.

So here’s to young love—here’s to the flame that still burns—here’s to us.

 

Photo credit: Känno Filth via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

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13 thoughts on “Us

  1. November 4th is a special day for the 4 0f us ,the two of you at 45 and the two of us at 50 .Time can be a slow mover or speedy one .No matter how it moves ,when you are in a love like you my brother found and I found The time stops and the two people never grow old and the two people never stop looking at each other as ONE ! All our love to the two of you .

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  2. I loved this post, Gene. And the picture of the two of you is priceless. Love does crazy, wonderful, deep work in hearts, doesn’t it? Congratulations on 45 years (a few days late). My hubs and I married much later than the normal couple, but we celebrated 21 years this year. And honestly? I can’t imagine life without him. You and your wife have left a legacy for your kids.

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  3. Lovely post as usual. I apologise if you keep getting emails saying I am now following you. For some strange reason certain people keep coming up on my Reader page as unfollowed and even when I go into their website and click follow, it still says I am not following them. So I have clicked you several times. Maybe I need to wait 24 hours, but I never unfollowed you in the first place. With some bloggers, if I change my frequency to either no emails or weekly, they come up as unfollowed but i have never tampered with your settings as I love reading your posts and am happy to receive them as they are posted. Sorry for the ramble.

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  4. Gene, congratulations to you two on those 45 years. I know it hasn’t all been easy, but you’re still there. Amen. What a rare thing you are. God bless you both, and I pray you have so many more years together. *goose bumps

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  5. This is beautiful, Gene. And what a wonderful picture of you two. The bond between husband and wife is beyond words ( I’m quoting my husband). God knew what He was doing when He created Adam and Eve, created marriage, created family. God is love.
    Blessings ~ Wendy

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