Year 42 And Still Holding Hands
Rumors say throwing rice at the bride & groom as they leave the church culminated because it was harmful for the birds and the environment. How about the bride and groom? I remember how it stung my face and landed in my dress and hair! Here we were back on August 7, 1971, leaving the church and notice he is holding my hand as we headed into the onslaught of rice-fall.
Reflecting back over 42 years, he’s held my hand through a lot. We faced good times together of owning a new home, delivering babies, making investments, job promotions, traveling to exotic places, a grandchild. We clung to each other in the not-so-good times of sickness, failures, job loss, and deaths of our parents.
I’m reminded of the wise words Sherri Rose Shepherd speaks about:
Watch your thoughts . . . they become your words.
Watch your words . . . they become your actions.
Watch your actions . . . they become your habits.
Watch your habits . . . they become your character.
Watch your character . . . it becomes your legacy.
We’re working on that legacy part and guess what? We’re still holding hands!