holding hands in Paris....

Today we celebrate 32 years of marriage.  Thirty two years of joys and heartaches.  Thirty two years of memories. I am so grateful for the life we've shared...the good and the bad...the 'for better' and the 'for worse'. I wrote this poem one night after looking at photos from our travels this summer. It was such an incredible blessing to be able to celebrate our 50th birthdays holding hands and walking the streets of Paris.   

Holding Hands In Paris

I thought this day would never come

from house to home we've wandered far

Two hearts aglow with flame

Two hearts aglow with flame

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.

I thought this day would never come

through stillborn love in the Kansas heat

Two hearts impaled with grief

Two hearts impaled with grief

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.

I thought this day would never come

now here we stand now here we stay

Two hearts enthralled with joy

Two hearts enthralled with joy

You've always been there holding my love

safe in the palm of your hands.

Now side by side and heart to heart

We're holding hands in Paris.