In the rush of life, we fail to look at our husbands intently.
Where we used to study every pore on their skin, every birthmark,
the place their beard ends and their hairline begins, we now only see familiarity.
Slowly the passion fades and disappears. Moments with them become an after though, far removed.
Further on our list than anything else it seems; past the children, the job, the bills, the laundry,
the piles of dishes and the Facebook newsfeed.
How could the best love of our lives become mundane?
How could our closest friend, our warrior, our beloved, our husband have slipped into invisibility?
How were the years of admiration lowered in the abyss of complacency?
Must we reminisce of the passion that once was, wish it back or bid adieu to the youth-filled days?
Stop the rush!
Don’t wish the clock back, or ask to revert the years.
Such foolish thoughts hold no hope for the time cannot be recalled or returned?
Therefore why call upon it? Why exert energy into wishing the impossible?
Most assuredly don’t abandon the noble pursuit of restoration.
Grow with the time. Reclaim the beauty of the friendship that once was shared.
Walk away from the screen and don’t reload the page. Unplug the computer and the iPhone.
Put the children to bed while the sun is still out.
Throw the dishes away if you must.
Whatever you do, silence the noise and clear the schedule.
Just be with your love!
Wear the enchanting smile you wore in the days of youth.
Exchange the weary look of long days and sleepless nights for a dreamy laugh.
Wear the pearls of the simple expression of your undivided presence.
Laugh like you once did.
Giggle at the pointless jokes; you once cried tears of joy when they reached your ears.
They were no funnier than, yet you were enamored.
Move close and look into his eyes.
Take his hands and look at each finger.
These are the hands you held on that beautiful day, when you promised to love him for the remainder of your life.
Certainly they have changed. They wear the years you’ve spent loving each other and making a life together.
Absorb his face.
Notice the little lines on his forehead, the indentations around his lips.
Don’t look in disdain. Embrace how he has changed.
Don’t futilely wish the youth back.
Let him know how much you love the changing man.
Stroke the grays in his hair, they are the marks of the story you’re writing together.
Each tells the tale of a life well spent and love that is shared between two once-young-lovers who are growing together.
Each traces the path where love has traveled. And each leads to your heart.
Surely you love him more than you ever have.
Surely he means the world to you now and always.
Then never let him walk out the door unsure or close his eyes on the pillow beside you
Not having heard, not having felt
The depth of your heart,
The breath of your mind, and
The vastness of your love
For each enlarging pore, each new fine line, each new stretch mark
Let him know that you love not only his character, but his face and his body,
That you desire him today and long for time spent with him as you once did in the days of youth.
Be enamored, show him that he is forever visible.