In a BLAZE . . .

 Blaze of White 8 x 8 Oil Sold  © Laurie Justus Pace Graphics One Design 1998-2018

Blaze of White 8 x 8 Oil Sold  © Laurie Justus Pace Graphics One Design 1998-2018

“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...”  Anna Godbersen  THE LUXE

First love... I am truly blessed because I am married to my first real love.  We were in Elementary school together for two years but in Jr High... the hormones were going.  First of all, I was 5 ft 9 inches arriving at 7th grade and there were not too many boys taller than me...but by 8th grade things were better. Terry was always taller than me.  We knew each other in seventh grade but in 8th grade I was brazen and sent him a note in Homeroom. We became a couple after that... pretty inseparable until late tenth grade and he broke up with me because I mentioned I wanted 13 children.  He was remorseful about it,  but by the time summer passed and I was a Jr, I was dating college boys, well two of them and a few High school boys... and every one was named Bill.  

Having them all be Bill was a hilarious joke at my house because my older brother was 'Bill" so when the phone rang and it was just Mom, Dad, me and little brother Kirk at home... we figured it was always 'Bill'.  My brother was in college so he was not home during the week. 

Finally in our Senior year of High School,  I consented to do New Years Eve with Terry... my first love.  It was good but awkward like a first date all over again.  Leaving for College I left all my 'Bill's and my Terry' and life took its many turns. I literally went OFF the reservation being 17 at college, I eloped after my first year there with someone older.  Was not maybe the wisest decision I made, as I was too young to really make that big commitment.   

It would be 10 years later that Terry and I would meet up again at a high school reunion, and then nine years later when I left that marriage to return to the Dallas area. 

I returned with the three most precious things in my life, my children.   When I returned, Terry was there in my life and in the kids lives and today, we are in the midst of our 28th year of marriage.  He never married until he married me.  My Dad told him he might be crazy taking on a wife with three kids.  But he did.   

That "BLAZE" of first love, let me tell you... it is still there.  The feelings I had as a 12 year old are just deeper and more mature, but I go to sleep with his kiss on my lips and his arms holding me, and I wake to him climbing back in bed after letting the dogs out. Best friend, dearest husband, father, grandfather and child of God... he is all of those things. We share our prayers, out thoughts, our dreams, our failures, our worries, our love and our compassion. I thank God every day for that 'blaze' of new love... that has solidified and grown with Him in the center of our marriage. 

"Haven’t you read,” he replied, “that at the beginning the Creator ‘made them male and female,’and said, ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh'? So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” Matthew 19: 4-6