Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Every Day

I confess I don't remember how we've celebrated every Valentine's Day for the last 30 years. There have been flowers. Cards. Little gifts. Sometimes bigger gifts. But on this day, and every day, I know I am loved. Day in. Day out. For the long haul. That is a precious gift.

Pictured: In Seattle on Mother's Day, 2015

Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun. Ecclesiastes 9:9 ESV


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's the way it should be. It's like that for me too. My hubby's love is my gift!!

Marion