Growing Old Or More In Love

Blessings on this beautiful morning! I woke up feeling like love today. Don’t really know what went on over the course of my night’s sleep, but I’m feeling the blessings of my life, and it feels good.

I wanted to start off today’s thought with something that I witnessed last evening. I was leaving work when I saw the sweetest thing. There was an elderly couple maybe in their 70s, holding hands and laughing together like two giddy teenagers. They were married; and it looked like for a long time, I could feel it just based on their familiarity with emotion and that kind of aged love, that clearly isn’t as visible anymore. I want that someday….

So, is it just growing old or more in love? I’m hoping more in love. As of late, I’ve spotted a lot of married elderly couples; it’s absolutely delicious. As much of a romantic as I think I am I was starting to quietly lose hope in the longevity of marriages today. I mean let’s face it statistically marriages don’t last as long as they once did. Today, if you’ve made it passed your first year without killing your spouse, BOOM! you’ve had your successful marriage. By that point, you can probably Runteldat *nice* lousy husband/wife of yours to kick rocks and find yourself another boo and start the whole process all over again, if you have the energy. I don’t. I figure there must be a formula to that kind of love. What exactly are the young couples lacking that the older couples aren’t?

Perhaps it’s the difference in generation; just the changing times. Maybe it’s critical aspects of communication and honesty that are oft times non-existent in relationships and that keep divorce lawyer’s pockets swole up to the brim. Oooo! I like that one right there.

I’m sitting here remembering what an older lady said to me some time ago. See, she’d been married to her husband since she was in her late teens. Up until his passing they had a good marriage. She told me that “you young people, young women especially don’t have the same values we did. You don’t have the patience. We used to come home from work and cook and clean for our husbands. We were partners. I took care of home and he bought home the bacon, and I cooked that too”. Funny I know. In retrospect, I thought to myself, this can’t be the secret I’m looking for. Is this the missing piece that could be the eventual dissolution to an otherwise great marriage? I hope not. This method may have worked for her, but it’s doubtful that I’m going to make that work for me. Maybe the secret to the kind of old fashioned love I’m looking for can’t be described or put in to words. How ‘bout this? Maybe, just maybe I already have it and my continued existence in it can only get stronger to the point where I’m on my way to creating my own key to the kind of marriage I want to have. Time will only tell I suppose...


There It Is...Thanks for thinking this thing through with me :)