A dinner during Cheese-fare week.
I don't know if I will ever tired of
trying to capture day to day life at home.
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Mr. Husband and I got a letter from his Dad
yesterday, or yesterday when I am writing this, at any point;
they are going through the many letters he wrote home
to them when he was in grad school...
My husband often talks of this time,
when he read and read and read...
he has read 4 books in two months or so now; but he used to
read, when he was in 8th grade, a book a day...
by grad school he did not have quite that much time, but still
his parents were amazed at looking at those letters how much
he read and wrote then....
I don't know how to explain it, but I feel like I am slowly falling in love
with my husband of all the ages he has been;
hearing stores, reading things he read, talking about current things,
theology, history...
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I could never capture or take pictures of all the conversations we have
during these meals or how our delight in similar things
echoes in the room and though there is much darkness in the world,
still much light is found around our dinner table....
6 comments:
so very sweet elizabeth! I wonder of the years I did not know my husband and love to listen to his mom tell stories about him.
I love this! I have had that feeling too, and I wish so much to be able to see and know my husband as a young child, a boy, the man he was before we met. I love to hear the stories he tells of himself.
Beautiful!
How wonderful!
When you mention falling in love with all the ages your husband has been, it just makes me think of Elizabeth Barrett Browning and what she mentions in Love Sonnets from the Portuguese of the transfiguring power of love.
Thank you for letting me see the cozy beauty and charm of your home and meals.
Best wishes
Ann
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