The span started when we were covered in youth. Dark hair and supple skin housed our bodies. Movement was thoughtless whenever we desired to accomplish anything physically. We accomplished much to lay a foundation for all that the coming years had in store.
As time advanced, we saw our union produce others, little ones with inquisitive eyes and burgeoning personalities, longing to find their own places among God’s creation. We enjoyed every minute of this process. It went by too fast, but it was as it’s supposed to.
We’ve seen the generation of our families before us peeled away like the layers of an onion. They were once the elders, and now we have taken up that banner. And though dark hair and supple skin have reached a vintage that is not so dark and supple anymore, our spirits are as young as they’ve ever been.
And though the journey hasn’t always been without potholes and at times whiplash from collisions not foreseen, God has given us the fore withal to persevere in love and compassion.
Thank God for all that He’s done, especially the seasoning love too often unspoken but ever present. We would not stand at the end of forty years without it. May He continue to keep us in whatever health we have left and sickness which is already present.
Forty years, two lifetimes for some, long for some, short in comparison to time itself. Forty years of a journey along the ring of eternity, with distance yet to cover. May God continue to bless us in the distance we have yet to traverse.
Old and Blessed