And Then I Met Her

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
—    Kahlil Gibran
[Thirty years ago today, I met my lovely wife Hilary.  I have no words to adequately express the gratitude I feel for the gifts of her love and our three wonderful children.  It seems so small a thing to simply say:  “I love you now, more than ever.  And…  I will love you forever.  And…  God Only Knows what I’d do without you.”    —    KMAB]
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On This Day In:
2013	Defining Maleness
	The Run Continues
2012	All Set
2011	Not Always