Two hearts, two hearts that beat as one. A long time ago, I fell in love with a high school boy who just captured my heart and my attention. Ronnie B some fifty years later is still the one for me. I love the image of these two hearts as they are separate yet connected. It makes me feel included and protected just as I feel with him.
Ron and I just spent six weeks in our twenty-one foot motor home and it was a joy. We just work even in a small space. Traveling with the two of us is always a pleasant experience. He just does little things that show his love for me and hopefully I make him feel loved in return.
At the beginning of our marriage we camped in a tent. Ron set our tent up one night specifically so I could see elk grazing the next morning as he woke me with a cup of hot coffee. I didn’t even have to get out of my cozy sleeping bag. That is how thoughtful my hubby is. Our recent trip he made me feel his love by parking our casita on wheels so that I could look out and see Puget Sound out my window as he handed me yet another cup of hot java. The little gestures of affection are the most memorable. Like when he got a rope and towed me to a reef in the Bahamas so I could see the turtles after I tore my mcl.. Last night, I got to bring him a piece of key lime pie from my dinner with friends. You see key lime pie is love language to my Ronnie B.
Since we are both closing in on our seventieth birthdays we aren’t guaranteed decades more together. My hope is we continue to cherish each trip, each moment and one another. We are always enjoying our times together whether with family or friends or just the two of us. Our adventures apart give us the opportunity to share when we come back together. To say I love my Ronnie B and the life we have shared since we were teens is an understatement. I could never have imagined the love and adventure that have filled our lives. For that and for him, I am truly grateful.
In Him,
Joyful
1-24-25
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