Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My Wife Is a Saint.

Fourteen years ago, my beautiful wife showed that she can be a saint and agreed to marry me.  While I am sure that there has been many times she asked herself what did she get herself into, I am thankful and honored that she still calls me her husband.

The first movie that we went to was Val Kilmer's The Saint.  Little did I know then that I had meet a real life saint.  Our marriage has seen nearly as many changes and ups and downs as Simon Templar, but in the end, I can think of no one more perfect.

I do but ask that you be always fair 
That I forever may continue kind; 
Knowing me what I am, you should not dare 
To lapse from beauty ever, nor seek to bind 
My alterable mood with lesser cords; 
Weeping and such soft matters must invite 
To further vagrancy; and bitter words 
Chafe soon to irremediable flight, 
Wherefore I pray you if you love me dearly, 
Less dear to hold me than your own bright charms, 
Whence it may fall that until death, or nearly, 
I shall not move to struggle from your arms: 
Fade if you must,--I would but bid you be 
Like the sweet year, doing all things graciously.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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