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Wednesday, June 6, 2007

True Love - A Drama in Three Parts

There’s an older couple that lives across the street from us. They are rather quiet and keep to themselves. From our picture window in the library, our homeschool headquarters, we most often see him when he is out in his driveway, washing and waxing and polishing his beautiful white classic car. (If I were a guy, I could tell you the make, model, engine size, and such, but it just looks like a white car to me.) He lovingly tends to that car at least once a week, and seems to enjoy every moment.

The way he treats that car is a beautiful thing to behold.

But far more moving is what we see every weekday afternoon at 5:05 pm.

Rain, snow or sunshine, at 5:05 pm, this sweet man gets into his car, and starts the engine. He puts it in gear, maneuvers it slowly into the street and waits.

In what amounts to about a minute, we see his beautiful wife coming up the road in her new red car. She slows, waves, and then turns into the driveway and parks her car carefully in the garage. As the door closes, her prince pulls back into the driveway, and meets her at the porch. They enter the house together.

What a simple drama of love we see acted out before our eyes each afternoon! It prompted me to consider -- In what ways do I regularly act out my love for those dear to me – and in what ways do they regularly act out their love for me?

I hope that my eyes are opened today, to read these messages of devotion, left for me by those I love – and I pray that my heart is awakened to the possibilities before me, as I look for ways to write messages of endearment on their hearts, as well.

3 random bursts of words:

Kathleen aka Coffee Mom said...

What a lovely story! How lucky you are to see this daily ritual.

susan said...

How sweet. How wonderful that you get to see this daily and know exactly what it means.

I'll have to keep an eye out for our own daily rituals...

Deena said...

That was gorgeous writing, my friend...

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