Getting Away with a Miracle

Nearby, I keep my wedding photo 
of hubby and me 
cutting our wedding cake 
and smiling like we 
just got away with a miracle...
sure 
enough, 
we 
did. 

I am still amazed at how we met in church and skipped 
bible study one afternoon. We sat in the parking lot of the 
Edgerly Chapel. Across the street, the church bell rang 
as each hour slipped passed. As each hour passed, Ray and I 
grew closer and lost some of those inhibitions that can 
worry those who are closing the door on one phase of life, 
and trying on another friendship, 
as 
though 
buying 
a 
new 
pair 
of 
sneakers. 

Those precious hours have now passed into 
seventeen years of blissful togetherness.
No more secrets, no more living lies, 
pretending all is well when it really wasn't. 
Pretending all dreams had come true, 
when they'd actually crashed and burned 
just moments after flight.

A fourteen year age gap is but a hiccup. 
A soft touch on the cheek is rewarding. 
Holding hands brings simple joy and the time shared 
becomes 
more 
precious 
as 
life 
slips 
by. 

My husband is my best friend, as many have said before me 
and many will say long after. That is a wonderful imitation.

But the fact that it is ME saying it, is one of life's miracles. 
I am happy to report that many times these days I sit back 
with no worries and my lips curve up in a satisfied smile.

It is true ~~ I'm getting away with a miracle. 
Please, miracle, last forever!

It is a long time coming, this pleasant life of mine. 
For all those years I wandered in the wilderness,
sad, scared, and scarred, 
I'm giddy to report 
that my wonderful husband and I 
are still happy 
after 
all 
these 
years!