I have a husband sweet
he makes me feel complete
It was just a year ago today
we joined together on life’s way
This year went by so fast
No question that we will last
I love you, David, with all my heart and soul
and the wonder of a newborn foal
never losing one another again is our goal
On us, nothing will take its toll
I’ll be loving you forever
our strong bond of marriage, nothing will sever
Happy Anniversary, Honey!
~~ Debb
English: Uppercase and lowercase Greek letter wau (digamma), an archaic letter of the Greek alphabet. Times New Roman font alike. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
ALWAYS
He recalled the days back in college
before he went to the seminary
how he loved a sweet girl
how she gloriously turned his life upside down
He was in love with another
and planned to marry her
but the sweet girl was firmly in his heart
even though she had told him he had to choose between she and her
He graduated from pre-sem then
nevermore to see the sweet one
Sure, he continued to write to her for a short while
he couldn’t forget her smile
her warmth, her infectious laugh, her wit
One day he decided to become very transparent
but yet he was scared to admit he shouldn’t love her
He wrote her something Greek in one of his letters
surely she would never catch on, but at least he was able to state his feelings
The sweet girl of course had feelings for him too
took the letter to her minister so he could translate the Greek
the letter said “I will always love you”
and the love that was great between them was confirmed
Years went by and he married his first love
and the sweet girl found a husband that adored her
they live in different states
but even now she thinks of him fondly
English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Pacific Ocean (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
She was a lady of the ocean, the girl that the song phrases “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” and “green-eyed lady, ocean lady” were written about. Yes – she did work as a cocktail waitress at a seaside bar, and she had beautiful green eyes like that of the sea she loved. Her long hair of copper hue made her look like a princess.
This girl was named Delicate at birth, and indeed she lived up to her name. Her limbs were long, and she had a charming delicacy about her. She loved the ocean and birds and animals, often wishing she had a horse that she could ride up and down the coast. Delicate rented a room above her grandmother’s duplex, so her waitress salary was adequate. She spent her spare time at the ocean’s edge, frolicking in the surf or painting an oil picture of her favorite subject.
Delicate had many friends and was loved by all, young and old and anywhere in between. This is why a well-known fact was a mystery.
Delicate had only two great loves in her whole life.
Her first love was actually just a school-girl crush, and he wasn’t actually hers. She was a pretty although timid girl, so did not make moves on anyone.
Her second and last love was what all love stories are written about. They had the love of the century, and of course Delicate thought it would last forever, till the day he came to her and announced to her his intention of leaving.
He, the seaman, who had treated her so well and gave her a silver locket bearing his name, had resolved that he was ultimately more in love with the sea than with her.
Delicate understood this because she loved the ocean with the same passion and fervor too. But she didn’t understand why he couldn’t love both of them. How could the ocean, this fluid, wonderful friend of theirs, be her enemy and competitor?
Delicate was in an awful state of mind. She stopped eating and sleeping, lost her dreams and her passion of music and artwork. To be sure, she stopped swimming in the surf. She even said goodbye to her dolphin friends and to her grandmother.
Delicate unceremoniously quit her job at the bar and ran away to the forest, to where the sunlight only partially came beaming down on her. This was a pretty dark place, matching her mood exactly. She lived there for days with the beasts and birds of the forest and ate berries for sustenance.
Weaker and weaker this girl got, and she yearned for the ocean. The sound and sight of it had always calmed her down before…but this time, when in the forest she could hardly hear the ocean anymore, it provided no help.
Delicate decided that even though she was mad at the ocean for taking her love away, she needed to go to it. To lay at surfside and let the water wash over her and tickle her feet. To splash its water and maybe even frolic in it once again.
By this time, Delicate was fading fast. She was so weak, it took her a week to crawl back to the water. When the ocean saw her, it rejoiced. It celebrated with exploding waves that imparted happiness to Delicate. She got in the water, and then something incredible happened.
See you on Saturday with the conclusion of this tale
English: St. Lorenz Lutheran Church in Frankenmuth, Michigan, USA. My great-great grandfather was one of the settlers who founded this church, and I lived near St. Lorenz until we moved away when I was 7.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today I’ve been reminiscing about how my parents met. To an ultimate romantic like me, their common little life was a big romantic event. Back in Michigan, my dad was a farmer who courted his honey, my mom, by driving into the city and picking her up for lunch where she worked. They probably looked unusual to people in the bank – he with his work clothes on and my mom in her very sedate business attire. This story speaks of people with very different occupations finding a common ground. Awwww!
I am sure at the time they got married, they had no idea that they would not end up in Dad’s hometown (and many, many years later, mom moving to Minnesota to be with her youngest daughter (me) and son-in-law). Or that Dad would semi-retire and become a lumberjack AND a cherry farmer in Traverse City (always the gardener, he made our home gardens beautiful and later added trees of apple, plum, peach and apricot to the cherry orchard across town, with a very good, high view of West Bay).
Apparently, romance can happen when and where you least expect it – and one can never know for sure just where he or she will end up and what kind of life they will have. Romantic!
I now turn the podium over to guest commentators with tales of romance about themselves or their family members. 🙂 You know how we on WordPress love stories!
There were songs with this title, sung by Kool and the Gang and The Association. Much as I love their versions, I am not talking about music here.
I’m talking about the privilege to cherish people, love, freedom, and our dreams.
Cherishing someone or something adds a wonderful quality to our life. It fills in the bare spaces and somehow makes the unknown less scary. It adds value to our days and peace to our nights.
What and who are
Publicity photo of the music group The Association. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
you cherishing today?
This was the poem I wrote for my wedding – it started out to be a poem but then became a very long prayer.
THE LONG ROAD
Words and feelings of David A. Stanton and Debb Stanton
Composed by Debbie Loesel Stanton
It took us a long time to arrive at today.
Seventeen years of joy, heartache and remorse.
Nine years of continued friendship but separation, realizing what we had lost.
We thank God for cancer and unemployment, since those were the vehicles that brought us back together again.
Thank You, Lord, for never giving up on us
and for your grace that saves and frees us.
You give us free will
but you always remembered the covenant we first made together.
As it says in Romans 8:28 (with our loose paraphrase),
All things work together for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.
We believe it is your purpose for us
to walk this road together as one
to love and be with one another eternally.
The road we are on now is just the beginning, as Heaven is our true home and we
will be together there as well.
Jeremiah 29:11 states that you have given us a future and a hope, that you desire
good for us and not evil.
How well we can attest to that in our lives!
Debb has always called You “The God of the Second Chance” – because You let us learn through choices and just living in general, and You never turn Your back on us,
but let us try things again.
Dear Lord,
We would like the love you have given us for each other to be examples of how You
love your bride, the Church.
We are eternally grateful to you
and so desire to bring glory to Your name.
Thank You for this marriage,
and may we always live this life to honor You.
We love You now and forever
and are thankful the road is long
because it starts here and goes into eternity.
Amen.
Hi, I’m Debbie Loesel Stanton. My friends call me Debb…
I am a: writer, small-time philosopher, small-time get out of debt and stay that way advisor, big-time lover of people/animals/nature/beautiful writing/beautiful poetry/beauty-period/peace/photography; a reader, cancer survivor, comforting and encouraging friend, bringer of sunshine to the soul and spirit, and appreciator of life.
I am for: peace, love, joy, and other such blessings; fairness, equality, and respect.
I am against: hatred, violence, abortion, abuse of people and animals, wasting the earth’s natural resources, and judging one another.
My political stance: I believe we each need to study the arguments and vote according to what our conscience states, and not what side we think we are supposed to be on. Suffice it to say, just make sure you get out and vote.
What my blog is for and about: a smile for your day, loving thoughts and encouragement, sometimes whimsy, sometimes a recipe or two, a movie review here and there, and always a love of life that I hope to pass on to others. I’ve been writing a lot of poems since being on this blog but I also write in other forms. I post daily because there is so much we can talk about. . . I welcome your comments.
Thank you for joining me on this adventure we call life. 
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