
Moments that make me incredibly happy...
Moments that make me incredibly thankful...
Moments that make me feel incredibly rich...
Twenty years ago this day, I married my very best friend!
♥ Your scent ♥
♥ Your gentle spirit ♥
♥ Your provisional integrity ♥
♥ You love without limits ♥
♥ Your passion for music ♥
♥ Your faithfulness to me ♥
♥ Your servant heart ♥
♥ Your courageous determination ♥
♥ Your humble intelligence ♥
♥ Your adventurous spirit that you very seldom unleash ♥
♥ Your contentment with two girly girls & no little guys ♥
♥ You protect me ♥
♥ You love me ♥
♥ You cherish me ♥
♥ You honor me ♥
♥ You ALWAYS look out for my best interest ♥
♥ You dry my tears as they fall ♥
♥ Your commitment to Christ ♥
♥ Your love for Taylor's ♥
♥ Your spontaneity ♥
20 Memories that bring me joy...
♥ Periodic visits to Chestnut Charm ♥
♥ Multiple trips to Rochester ♥
♥ Late night walks on the beach at Dreams ♥
♥ The day we bought your Toyota ♥
♥ Creating two beautiful girls ♥
~One that looks like me~One that looks like you~
♥ Carmen, Travis Tritt, Harlem Globetrotters, SCC ♥
♥ Romantic dinners at Skies ♥
♥ Alaska, Hawaii, Aruba, Grand Cayman, Jamaica, Romania, London ♥
♥ MEXICO ♥
♥ Dark cruise ship decks ♥
♥ Difficult days following surgeries ♥
♥ Christmas shopping get-aways ♥
♥ Homeschool Conventions ♥
♥ Lazy afternoons in the pool ♥
♥ Icy basement stairways ♥
♥ Thursday's on 1st Street ♥
♥ Pannekoeken ~ Victoria's ~Brentwood Inn ♥
♥ Poodles~Dalmatians~Shelties~Labs~Guinea pigs ♥
♥ Tears of laughter, joy, sadness, pain, heartache, happiness, forgiveness ♥
♥ Jim Brickman moments ♥
♥ Coffee on the patio ♥
I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.
I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find
I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.
I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.
by Roy Croft