He’s a quiet man.  Not much for words, but his actions speak oh so loudly of his love. We met in high school.

The first time my quiet man told me he loved me, he told me a story.  He and his buddies would go to the local mall.  When they saw a girl they wanted to meet they would approach her and say “Darling, you are the fairest blossom of this desert and I think I love you.”

Okay so you might laugh, I did.  I couldn’t imagine this quiet and shy guy being brave enough to say that.  Until he looked at me and said “Darling, you are the fairest blossom of this desert and I love you.

I was hooked.

We married young.  Life couldn’t be sweeter.  Because of our faith, we invited God to be the center of our marriage and love grew.  A couple of moves, 4 kids, a few new jobs and here we are 35 years later.  Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t perfect marital bliss.  Life has a way of sneaking in and taking over.  Deadlines to meet, babies to feed, bills to pay.  Who has time to squeeze an “I love you” in?  I mean love conquers all right?  Love forgives, love covers a multitude of sins. But spending time together, just the two of us?  Man, that was hard.

Life has a funny way of creeping in and helping us forget what’s important.  How we can tell each other we love each other?  How we can show our love to each other?

If I could tell my 20 something self how to show love to your mate, I would suggest more hand holding, more looking into each other eyes, and more talking to each other.  Focus more on marriage and less on feeling like we are just roommates.  I would say, take those walks, leave the dishes and laundry and dare I say, show gratitude to each other.


His gifts are acts of service and he desires to spend quality time with others.  And he shows me his love by the small things.  Getting me a coke, when he gets up to get himself one.  Filling the car up with gas.  Making dinner.  My days were filled with diapers, fussy babies and school projects.  There were days I would hand him a child and go to the store, just for some peace.  I called these Walmart days.  Because I would just walk the aisles of Walmart for peace and quiet.  He never complained.

Today, we hold hands more, really talk to each other, kiss more often.  We spend rainy afternoons cuddled up in bed to watching droplets of water run down the windows. We hug.

There’s more thank you’s and less complaining.  It’s the small stuff that makes the big stuff not seem so hard.  We’ve entered this season with gratitude in our hearts for each other and to God for blessing us with this life we’ve shared.

The “fairest blossom” in our desert has been God for He is the one that made this chord strong enough to not break.