Superstar is my Lover

I love my wife. No, I mean I LOVE my wife. I knew she was something special before I ever kissed her on a date. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. Not just her hot body-her heart. Her spirit. Her inner beauty. The love she demonstrates for others-especially our kids, and double especially when they are home for five days in a row sick. I still tell people that I will never forget the moment (On January 3rd, 1993, some time after 7pm) at Four Green Fields when she placed her hand on my leg. EVER. As Rob Bell would say-that is Holy Ground. Something incredible happened there. Others pass that spot by at that barstool and don't even know it. Maybe it was God's love flowing through her beauty and touching me?

Anyway. I love the superstar that I married. There are many places that I consider holy ground because of my experiences with her.
The apartment in Oak Park. The Blackstone. Casa Lupita. Her Grand Am. Arthur's Village. The Amway Grand Hotel. Many places in Arizona, and along the way, but most special the place we slept in the puptent in the middle of the desert. 10179 King. The blue house in Pontiac. 847 Alan. The Church near Georgian Bloomfield. Crittenton Hospital. St. Joe's. The american legion hall in Memphis. 35601 Woodside. CMU. Union Square. Crappy Days Inn on the upper west side. NYSUM. Big Red-wherever she has been.

I try to tell the superstar regularly, but don't enough. Words are insulting to the passion, the feelings, the depth of my reality for her beauty. Love is too small. Marriage can't contain it. And there are not enough words in the dictionary to explain it all.

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
Love never dies.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I believe Bjork from the sugarcubes once said:

This wasn't supposed to happen
I was happy by myself
Accidently you seduced me
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed, Totally still
My eyes wide open, I'm in rapture
I don't believe this, I'm in love again!

This wasn't supposed to happen
I've been hit with your charm
How could you do this to me?
I'm in love again

I lie in my bed - totally still,
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture.
I don't believe this, I'm in love again

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!

Eg og hann, ég og hann...

Einar
A small story which never happened
I said ouch! this really hurts!
That can't be this has been
Practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but I, I'm a boy

A small story which always happens
I said ouch! this really hurts!
This could well be
But this has
Been practised for millions of years
Therefore we are
Yes, but, you're a girl!

Björk
I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I don't believe this - I'm in love again

This wasn't supposed to happen!

I lie in my bed - totally still
My eyes wide open - I'm in rapture
I'm in rapture
You've put a seed inside me
Oh , and while you're away
Seed
It's growing silently
To be a life
Starts in my stomach
Embraces my insides
Inside
And about to reach my heart

This wasn't supposed to happen!
This wasn't supposed to happen!

Eg og hann, ég og hann...
Morgan's Mom said…
Just beautiful!
Can't write, right now gotta grab a tissue. You complete each other, and still give to others just beautiful!!
What an inspiration.

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