Look at her. You can’t stop, can you? Ok, now stop. Stop it! She is mine.
The woman pictured is the love of my life, Rebecca. Coming up in June, we will have been married for 8 years and will have known each other for 9.5 years. Just as with any relationship, the beginning was marked with much intrigue. We were kidless for a few years, simply enjoying one another’s company. This was by design. We saw so many people that, after their kids left the house, they didn’t know how to relate to each other. This could obviously still happen, even to us, but our thinking was that we should get to know each other more deeply in the first years, before introducing the stress (and blessing) of children.
Rebecca went with me this past weekend down to the Gulf Coast, about 3 hours from our house. I was hired as the photographer for a Mardi Gras ball in Biloxi. It was put on by the oldest men’s group of its kind. They celebrated their 90th year this year.
As I mentioned before, as my wife and I dated, our love and appreciation for each other strengthened. And I do believe it must be both love and appreciation. Without love, you will not sacrifice for one another. Without appreciation, you will not respect each other and truly long to get to know them more as a person.
You would think, as the years have gone by, that our love and appreciation would wane, not strengthen. Even in my logical mind, I would think this would happen. Not so. I have been blessed to be married to a woman of whom I continue to love. This woman intrigues me with her devotion and dedication to our family and me.
We enjoyed the weekend away. It was a short little getaway, but a very nice reminder.
Due to a very busy week, this post is about a week late. Really, it is only about 2 days past the deadline, but I wanted to put it up anyway. Please be sure to check out the other guys’ photos. Their information is below. Take a look at their blogs, leave some comments and appreciate it for the great art that it is.
All of the participants in this challenge are as follows: [in no particular order]
Until next time…