The first time I met my once and future wife Wanda
Was working at Barnes noble
By the lockers when I was with my best friends tom and Ryan
She comes up to me the first day she started working and asked me so sweetly can you open my locker???
I was struck back by her beauty but more of her innocence
That won my heart
Love real love can not be brought by power or money only counterfeited
True love is similar to God’s saving amazing grace
Irresistible
Unpredictable
Falling on some
Bypassing untold many
Yet all desire it
some pure some corrupted by cultures norms all by sin
And like God’s amazing grace overcomes the seen and unseen
Barriers
Obstacles
Bias
Fears
Inclinations
Preferences
Worries
Doubts
Towards that person
Till love mysterious like the wind which you can never see but always feel
Opens not only your heart your mind but theirs as well
Fixed eternally only on each other…
And I believe
And I know
God was tired of my ineptitudes
And literally threw you on my lap
Like the scene from the 80’s movie animal house the kid was in his room and thanks God for “his eve” likewise that was my desire and my heart written prayer perpetually from the first day I noticed the wonder,the beauty
of the opposite sex till God brought Wanda my eve into my life
Awakening me from own sleep like Adam our first father
called the teen and young adult years
In the church
It was not only before the physically present
But God was present
But Heaven was present
And the vows I took more sacred
More meaning
More unbreakable
Marriage is not a game of 1 people playing house and when gets boring you quit
No no no
Its too people
2 broken people
Vowing before God
To share theirs ther lives in inclusive realitionship of one
In sickness and health
For richer or poorer
Till death do us part
And if I alone believe it
I believe it with all my heart and mind
And honor it by my lifeblood
My heart
My mind
My soul
My aging body….
Shakespeare describes the futility of life as
a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
I compare it to true love as well
Then I gladly I am a idiot
Concerning trying straining to hold unto true love divine in my mortal hands
Burning my flesh with the power of a thousands suns holding it as long till death calls me heavenward..
And with each passing day my eve
My wife Wanda
Becomes more a work of art
Curves more defined
Chiseled to perfection daily
By God and his painters brush called providence
my wife critiques me for not being a handy man like her father
but His is tool is hammer and nails
and I am more like a macgryver
and my tools are my thoughts,creativity,ideas,and words to and much more intricate than physical hammer and nails to
form musical compositions that will stand the test of time in any persons heart including my wife who is the main beneficiary
Which Michelangelo was a infinitely finite carbon copy of
That makes me eyes pop out
My heart beating Wanda in a musical masterpiece ….
Producing our most intimate moments alone
And our three children……. have
Reformed faith salsa style 