There are a lot of people who like their mates pretty well
And there are a few who love one another pretty well.
Once in a while you stumble across a couple so batshit crazy about one another that it seems like they have some type of disease.
The Ogwife and I are like that. We met while I was on a job in the northern wastes, and began a whirlwind long distance relationship that went on for some time before she agreed to be my wife.
Our love for one another burned brightly, and the amount of time we spent together was small. I would leave work on a friday afternoon, and drive like a banshee to get to north central Ontario, to visit with my lady. Then we’d disapear into a hotel room, or into lake Huron, or whatever, we’d just drop off the surface of the planet for a while.
It wasn’t all gymnasitcs either, though there were times when I feared I’d be too bruised and bleeding to drive home safely I never stranded myself. Usually sunday afternoon I gave her one last long roadside kiss goodnight and screamed 700 miles home, arriving just in time to change clothes and go to work. An awful lot of the time it was just being together, sitting over boxes of chinese takeout from The Ritz Cafe. We didn’t so much have a romance, as when we were together, we acheved critical mass.One time we walked up the falls area and saw the chinook spawning, and I saw the big fish cooling their heels, so to speak, in the fish ladder. I looked in their eyes. They understood me, I understood them.
We spent several years together before we were married, and another after we married before we became parents. During that time, we did what we could to ignite our own nuclear fire, and looking back on the incandescent glow of the relationship still warms me, after all these years.
We’re an old married couple now. We have issues sleeping away from one another, and the moment we go to sleep together is the very best part of the day, the second being the moment we wake up together.
Sure, the flame is still there, the inferno that once consumed us and lit our lives like a Texas A&M bonfire is now banked, glowing coals that keep us warm. Once in a while we throw a log on the fire and let it burn brightly as before, at least until my knees give out. We remember what it was like to be in such love that other people noticed just when we were together.
Happy valentine’s day, Love of my Life.
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If I wrote a post today it would be a copy of this one. Bless you and your wife.
Ain’t Life grand?
Blessings to you and your bride on this day, from a pair of kindred spirits!
That was very nice. You are a lucky man Og.
Good one, Og. Don’t know about the flame part, but me and mine have something we both like.
Have a great day.
Made me all blinky. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and the Ogwife.
Congratualations. A good wife is indeed a blessing from God.
Congrats. I did that with my wife–driving 750 miles to Florida to see her, then doing the same back to TN to go back to work. I finally convinced her to marry me & come up to the hills.
I’m blessed.
…700 miles…
Wonderful Story, Og.
Its true stories like this that makes taking the chance worhtwhile.
That is nice to read in today’s world. Good job & thanks.
Proverbs 31:10
The Wife of Noble Character
10c A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
16She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.â€
30Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
31Give her the reward she has earned,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
http://niv.scripturetext.com/proverbs/31.htm
Drove more then once from the shores of Maryland, to the hinterlands of Northern Illinois, to see my sweetieheart before we married (over 12 years now, who’d a thought).
I think it was the voluntary changing of diapers, of her youngest genetic hostage, that sold her on me. Cause it sure wasn’t may wit, wealth, or slavic good looks.
Sounds like you and yours are well and truly blessed.
I don’t like being separated – like going away for the Gunblogger Rendezvous without my wife, I need her – or else I feel dull and stupid. The truth hurts I guess.
Dude! You oughta write for Hallmark!
Nice post.
The lintwife is my wife, lover, best friend AND hunting/fishing companion.
Not to mention just looking at her still gives me Wood after over thirty years.
(and getting Wood at my age ain’t no small thing)
Now you’re pushing into TMI territory. LOL! =)
45 years for us now(and that’s not counting the three years we dated before we got married).
Coming up on 30 this April. She spent the first 20 following me from place to place (Navy) I followed her home. Indiana.