Four Years

“…Mrs. Harmon Andrews told me when I came home that I wouldn’t likely find married life as much better as teaching than I expected.  Evidently Mrs. Harmon is of Hamlet’s opinion that it may be better to bear the ills that we have than fly to others that we know not of.”

…”You needn’t let what Mrs. Harmon says worry you,” said Diana, with the calm assurance of the four-years matron.  “Married life has its ups and downs, of course.  You mustn’t expect that everything will always go smoothly.  But I can assure you, Anne, that it’s a happy life, when you’re married to the right man.”

Anne smothered a smile.  Diana’s airs of vast experience always amused her a little.

“I daresay I’ll be putting them on, too, when I’ve been married four years,” she thought.  “Surely my sense of humor will preserve me from it, though.”

~Anne and Diana, Anne’s House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery

Happy fourth anniversary to my “right man.”  It is indeed a happy life.

~November 5, 2011~

A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.


Just as sure as seasons are made for change, our lifetimes are made for these years
So I…I will be here.


But of all God’s miracles large and small, the most miraculous one of all
Is the one I thought could never be; God has given you to me!


Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers, blossoming even as we gaze.


Now you’re my whole life, now you’re my whole world
I just can’t believe the way I feel about your girl
We’ll look back someday, at this moment that we’re in, and I’ll look at you and say
“And I thought I loved you then.”

Photos by Jamie Lynn Photography


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