Over four years ago, yet months after the inception of a chronic autoimmune disorder that affected my brain and central nervous system, and then subsequent residence in rehab, Melanie moved me back to our home of many years. By then I had convalesced to a point at which I remembered who I was, but maybe not always instantly recalling where or when I was!
One day, a memory lapse came over me. It was of a sufficient degree that I wandered out into the back yard and inquired of a beautiful lady gardening there as to what that separate little house out back was doing back there. (It was in actuality our long-standing garden shed.)
In reply, the lady was forward enough to hold both of my hands, then give me a hug. Startled, I took a step back from her, stared, and then I asked, “And so, who are you?”
She gazed into my eyes with a continual grin. Then, after a few seconds her grin turned quizzicle, and she answered, “My name is Melanie.”
It was then that a light of recognition dawned on me. “MY Melanie?” I asked, with some confusion. “Yes, my Dear Love. You are my Heart.” Her eyes filled with caressing concern.
Then after, we have made sure we give each other daily mail, notes, greeting cards, or sweet bite chocolates. This last month yielded me a beautiful birthday card, with a note that said this:
To My Husband on Your Birthday
I love our Love Story —
The ups, the downs, the twists and turns –,
The moments that keep us together on this journey …
I love looking back to the day we met,
Remembering all those moments that
Now dwell forever in my heart.
I love knowing that time has made us stronger,
And brought us even closer together …
And when I think about tomorrow, wondering what our Love Story will hold,
I know it’ll be wonderful, because I’ll be sharing It with You.
My Darling and Dearest Love,
I am Blessed beyond Words by
Your Strength, Courage, Joy, Humor, and
Reverence for Life and God
You Are My Heart ..