Forty Four Years

 

 

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Mike & Sherry Russell 6-24-1972

Forty-four years.  How fast they can go!  One day you are saying vows, eating cake, and walking out of a church as newly weds.  No longer are you individuals, you are a couple.  A couple of kids…that’s what we were!  Kids with stars in our eyes, love in our hearts, and with dreams of life filled with laughter forever after.

That’s what we dreamed of, and that’s what we got.  Of course along with the laughter and good times, there were also some heartaches and tears.  The love never left, but it did change.  Over the years it deepened, became stronger, sweeter, more tender, and more sincere.

Forty- four years ago we had hopes of starting a family.  Forty- four years later, we have three beautiful children, three beautiful, sweet granddaughters, five handsome grandsons, and one more grandchild on the way!

I feel so blessed to have married the man I did.  He has given me every thing in life that I ever wanted…except that mustang!  Well, he did give me a mustang or two over the years, which I really loved, but I really meant one with four wheels, not four legs!

Seriously, though, we have been very blessed in our marriage.  We not only love each other, we actually like one another.  We are best friends.  We still hold hands.  We still share dreams for the future.  We still make each other laugh.

We have become one, as the bible says.  Our lives have blended together into one spirit. When we are apart, I feel like part of me is missing.  This man completes me.  I love him so very much.

I pray that my children are as happy in their mariages as we are.  And I pray my grandkids someday will carry on that love in their marriages as well.

I don’t know what the future holds for us on this earth, but if the last forty-four years are a glimpse into that future, it is looking pretty good!

Thank you dear husband, for the good life you have given me.  Thank you dear God for the good man you blessed me with!

 

 

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