Skip to main content

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!





Comments

  1. Marsha YoungAugust 7, 2013 at 8:46 PM

    Congratulations - to both of you!

    ReplyDelete
  2. SharonAugust 7, 2013 at 11:37 PM

    OK, you two are just too cute!!

    Congratulations on your anniversary - may you have a wonderful 42nd, and many more to come!

    GOD BLESS!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartAugust 8, 2013 at 4:11 AM

    You two are precious! Happy Anniversary. My parents celebrate their 60th today. They are awesome examples of that love too.
    I hope you had a wonderful celebration.
    Hugs
    Kim

    ReplyDelete
  4. NancyAugust 8, 2013 at 5:35 AM

    Congratulations on 42 years...I love the point of your post that you have held hands through the good and not so good times of your marriage...What a sweet example to your children that reveals the love you share.. It shows on your faces....

    And yes, I remember how the rice stung...I have to say I am glad they stopped that tradition.....

    ReplyDelete
  5. Joyful in His PresenceAugust 8, 2013 at 6:44 AM

    Congratulations to you and your hubby on 42 years of marriage! You are one year ahead of us and guess what? We are still holding hands too! Loved your post today, Mary!

    ReplyDelete
  6. DeniseAugust 8, 2013 at 6:51 AM

    precious my friend, happy anniversary.

    ReplyDelete
  7. http://bitsandpieces-sonja.blogspot.com/August 8, 2013 at 6:53 AM

    You are ewriting a beautiful love story and I pray you are both blessed in a special way today, and for many, many years to come!!

    ReplyDelete
  8. NanaNor'sAugust 8, 2013 at 2:38 PM

    Congrat's on a wonderful legacy! We just celebrated 35 yrs, despite what others thought. I know your family will cherish their inheritance of love seeing you through.
    Hugs, Noreen

    ReplyDelete
  9. AnonymousAugust 9, 2013 at 6:44 AM

    Congratulations! What a beautiful tribute. Lovely pictures, Mary!

    ReplyDelete
  10. RCUBEsAugust 9, 2013 at 7:05 PM

    What a lovely couple! Happy Anniversary sister Mary and take care. God bless you both.

    ReplyDelete
  11. Carla GadeAugust 11, 2013 at 10:20 AM

    I love that saying, had never heard it before. What a blessing for you to be holding hands after all this time! May you have many more moments so precious!

    ReplyDelete
  12. DeeAugust 13, 2013 at 5:50 PM

    Congratulations. You are a lovely couple....may you continue to hold hands.....♥

    ReplyDelete
  13. DeborahAugust 14, 2013 at 3:08 PM

    So beautiful!
    What a legacy of true love!
    Blessingss upon you both!
    Hugs!

    All my heart,
    Deborah xoxo

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Surprise at the Mall

I lost touch with a writer friend.  I missed her and her cheerful blog posts.  We met up in a most unusual way!  I’m still in awe of how it happened. I finished my shopping at the mall and took a short cut to get to the parking lot.  The path led me through the food court.  The smell of Chicken Fajitas stopped me in my tracks.  I planned lunch elsewhere, but now I followed my nose. I chewed my first bite of chicken taco salad when, out of nowhere, a loud redhead moved rapidly past the tables and into the booth with me.  “I know you !”  She shouted.  I pondered if I knew this crazy lady.  Did she mistake me for someone else?  She shouted louder and stuck her finger in my face:  “ You’re Mary; you have a blog called Pile of Smiles and you live in the Verde Valley .”   It took me a second to compose myself.  I stopped chewing my food.  I know I stared too long at her face and then she said:...
48 comments
Read more

Mama's Lipstick

I always wished I could do things with my mom like shop in the mall, share makeup secrets or go to the movies and watch romantic comedies.  My wish never materialized.     My mama behaved like a tomboy.   She loved baseball and pitched with a strong right arm.   She could care less about the latest fashion or the latest movies featured on the big screen.   She never polished her fingernails.    One day after elementary school, I walked into the house to find my mom all dolled up in front of the bathroom mirror, foundation crème, powder, eyebrow pencil and rouge all over the counter sink.  “Who are you?” I asked, thrilled to see my mama putting on the Ritz.  Makeup in place and blotted, she immediately took it off.  “I don’t like the way it feels,” she exclaimed. She retired in Arizona and protected her dry lips with a light rose lipstick, the color of natural lips, a step above ChapStick.  She wore it a few tim...
55 comments
Read more

Hitched to a Rough Road

Photo Credit:  Peggy James I got his email and wanted to shout:  “Hey, buster, does the phrase “continued behavior pattern” mean anything to you?  But I didn’t. Travis is at it again.  His email revealed a litany of complaints about our neighborhood, our country road, our board officers, bad decisions made that will cost him money , yada-yada-yada . Travis is a Christian brother but you’d never know it. He is a large, loud man who shoots his mouth off as often as he shoots his guns back here in the hills.  He interrupts at our road meetings and, like a typical hothead, he speaks truth but with a tone that makes me feel like I need to duck in case some of his words fly at me and smack me upside the face. I thought we were making progress, but we’re not. It is our rough road that brings us together .  Last year we picked up the neglected pieces of our road association.  We agreed to assemble once again to talk, make decisio...
37 comments
Read more