Thanks to fairy tales and dreams of happiness and stability in relationships, the dream of happily ever after is the hope of every bride (and groom, as well, one hopes). I think, however, we too often fail to see the “after” part and its importance. A Personal Perspective on Ever After Our happily ever after…
Category: Love
My Faithful Valentine: a story of love
Last night Donya asked if I remembered what I gave her on that first Valentine’s Day we spent together. I did, sort of. I remembered I gave her a blouse or a dress or some such. (I am sure the mountainous, volatile, protective Tommy Weir was thrilled that the big-eared kid with the silk shirts…
The 60-Year Wedding Anniversary: A Milestone for the Mighty in Love
Tommy and Mary Weir, my in-laws (for 37 years and counting), are celebrating 60 years of marriage this very day. SIXTY! YEARS. This is a milestone not many of us will pass. You gotta get it right if you wanna get it done. To make it 60, you have to marry fairly young and really well and…
Like the rain: a retrospective of this life, love, and marriage
Marriage: Any relationship that stands the test of time must withstand its share of storms. It may have begun with sunshine and song, but the thunderstorms will soon roll in.
Marriage Doesn’t Work! Thirty-Five things I’ve learned in 35 years of marriage
Well, we made it. So far, so good. My beautiful wife Donya and I have been married 35 years today. Thirty-five years! We are one year shy of having been married twice as long as we had been living when we said, “I do.” (Sorry. I will be right back. I need to take a break and…
Good Grief! Is that possible?
“Good grief!” It’s one of those ironic, oxymoronic phrases that people have worked into their vocabulary to express incredulity at a thing or person. I don’t know its origin (unless it was Charlie Brown), but I have always been interested in the fact that the phrase even exists. Last night found my wife and I…
The greatest love poem ever written, or How to say “I love you” so they won’t forget
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote one of the most beautiful, transcendent, enduring love poems in all of human history: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace….