At the age of 20,
I was an incurable
romantic
and still am
with Wisdom added.

I fell madly in love
with Vince.
A fairy tale come
true.
Not long after the
big wedding,
oh, 24 hours or so,
reality reared it's
lovely self.
It would be awhile
for me to see
and know
the Grace of acceptance.

First I needed
to accept me,
as human, not perfect,
and love myself,
and then to see
the imperfect beauty
in my spouse.

Now I can truly
appreciate
all that he is.
Seeing and loving
with the eyes
and heart
of a loving God.

This man I love
is kind,
and very gentle.
A bit of a temper
that is quickly
overcome.
A wit among wits,
he makes me laugh.
Affectionate to a fault,
his many "I love yous'"
throughout the day
are precious to me.
He treats me with
cherished care.
He encourages my gifts
and reads every poem,
and he's a fabulous
cook besides.

Could it be
that this marriage
is better than most
because,
our Lord is the head?
and Grace fills our
lives?

He's my best friend
ever,
and always in my corner
no matter what!
Not exactly Prince
Charming,
but then I'm no
Cinderella!

But who needs perfect,
when we've been given,
God's love for one
another
instead!