Eight Year Olds

    The eight year old you and the eight year old me were pure, unbroken, children of God, with goodly parents and joyful times and hopes.

    My eight year-old loves your eight-year old; they both grew and lived out some heartaches, and were resilient and fell for each other and... created more 8 year-olds!

    Ah, the cycles, the patterns, the eternal methods and processes. Divine intentions and plans.

    I love you as the child and the adult, the new bride and the mother of five. 

    I love you pure and whole, and when bruised and broken, and all the shades in between.

    You have shown all that to me. I cannot let that go unnoticed, but rather will return the love and care as much as God allows me.

    Let me do this. Let me love you: now and always.

    Then, now, and tomorrow.

    You and me.