And to Forever

Our love, 

is a story.

A love story.

Not a simple one.

But one.

It took years to build.

For awhile we just walked

and walked

and wondered

and wandered

and walked

Sometimes toward each other

Sometimes in opposite directions

Sometimes on opposite continents.

Occasionally, holding hands. But rarely.

And then one day,

we saw it, 

a sweet path.

And we knew it was ours.

And we knew it was time to take a stroll,

together, holding hands. 

From then, and to forever.

Our love

is new, and yet very old.

It's new, and yet it's eternal.

It's old, and yet we still know so little.

It's old, but in ways it will always, 

be new.

Each day.

If we decide.

Our love

is silly. 

But, 

behind the silly giggles,

snorts,

and belly stitches

there is something serious.

A serious yearning to:

make each other laugh

lighten each other's load

smile through the struggles

keep each other young and youthful

be companions, always. 

From now, and to forever.

Our love 

is simply, comfortable.

Broken in.*

It's the relief you feel 

when you can crumble into a ball 

in a warm cozy chair 

and just stay. 

And just rest.

And just be.

Our love 

is a challenge.

A challenge to strip off our nature,

And to put on God's.

And to wear it daily.

And to carry our cross.

And to follow Him, with one stride.

"Our love 

is healing. 

It makes the bitter, 

sweet.

Warms the Winter to Spring again,

secures the cold's defeat."**

Our love

is unique, to us.

It's ours.

No one else can have it.

And we can't have anyone else's.

And it fits us, perfectly,

even when it's feeling stretched.

It allows us, 

to be us.

If we let it.

Our love 

is a story.

A love story.

And, it's been written.

And, it's being written.

And the moral of our story is this:

Our love 

Is. 

Because,

He,

first loved us.

*Lyrics from John Mayer, Comfortable.

**Lyrics from Brooke Fraser Sailboats.