7670 days since we said yes
Twenty-one years since we knelt at the altar in covenant making.
Fierce loyalty.
Tender love.
Breathtaking kisses.
Safe snuggles.
Hilarious inside jokes.
Patience.
Patience.
Patience.
That look in his eye that tells me he adores me.
When I first looked at him back on the evening of June 4, 1993, my spirit was overcome by the feeling of stability and security. I have been safe in his arms ever since. He loves me just the way I am and he anchors me to all the good things. Don’t you think this song was written for us?
Anchor
by Mindy GledhillWhen all the world is spinning round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
and my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back downI am nearly world renowned
As a restless soul who always skips town
But I look for you to come around
And anchor me back downThere are those who think that I’m strange
They would box me up, and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn’t have me any other wayWhen people pin me as a clown
You behave as though I’m wearing a crown
When I’m lost I feel so very found
When you anchor me back downThere are those who think that I’m strange
They would box me up, and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn’t have me any other wayWhen all the world is spinning round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
and my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down
Oh, how I love this man God has yoked me to. Thank you honey…for everything.
p.s. I had to edit the post title because I forgot about the leap years. Five more days.
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
“…because I don’t value myself enough to say something.”
I hate this kind of therapist-speak. It’s a lazy, blanket statement that ignores the more complicated and multifaceted reasons we might keep our mouths shut. The first and foremost being that we’re generally all taught our whole lives the refrain: “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
It is a tough thing to learn when to open your mouth and cause pain, hurt, and embarrassment because it’s time and it needs to be said. Or when it’s okay to stop protecting others and give a voice to your own buried truths.
Just tossing out some kind of “Oh, you need to value you more, girlfriend” kind of line sounds like the only research said therapist has done has been to read self-help articles from Mademoiselle and Glamor magazines.