Back to the Basics of Love

May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.
A loving doe, a graceful deer—may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love.
Proverbs 5:18-19

But how can he delight in the wife of his youth, if I cease to be that girl.

After mortgages, babies, preschool, work, carpools, daughters in junior high and training bras, I became a grown up.

Boring, haggard, bitter.

But in this new year, the Lord has shed light in hidden places.  I see that I have taken my husband for granted.  He knows I love him.  But does he know it like he used to know it?

Does he feel it like the first time I said, “I love you,” making come-hither eyebrows, his cowboy hat perched backwards on my head?

Does he feel it like Fredericksburg, Luckenbach, or Sundowners?  All the places we explored in our youth, making plans as if we controlled our destiny.

Does he feel it like wet pines on a windy highway between Austin and Conroe?  Does he feel it like dashboards and guitars; airplanes and road trips?

I let life add scar tissue to my heart. Those layers subdued my love, my youthful adventurousness.

But, today the sun is shining.  The light reflects on old photos.  I am renewed.  And I am ever intoxicated with his love.