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Wedding Pledges...Alive and Well


My husband and I had giant dreams as we were preparing for marriage.  I'll never forget some of those discussions and dreams before our boys came into the picture.

Some were grandiose and some mundane.  Some we have met and some are yet to be fulfilled.  Truthfully, it is those little things that have mattered most.  A few of them are below.

1.  Our family is first after God.  Work, friends, family and church will all be behind our little family.   We will not be caught up in the legalism that can sometimes be the church or politics or social rung climbing.

2.   We will never go to bed angry.  (Not quite 100% met. lol)  We will always apologize and forgive each other before sleep. (We haven't always meant it when we said it...)

 3.    We will read the Bible and great literature to our boys nightly as long as possible.  I will treasure forever these memories and we are beginning to read to each other.  Hearing them read to us---precious to me.

 4.  Whenever either of us leaves...we will always say Goodbye with a kiss!!  

This morning as my husband bent to give me a kiss and I followed him to the door for...just one more...I remembered our commitment and am grateful.  When my youngest (got away without a kiss this time) but yelled, "Love you Mom, bye," I'm even more grateful for the example my husband has been.

5.   We will raise our boys and retire on a reservation learning and helping.

 6.  We will drive into Sturgis on our own Harleys on our 25th.  (We have a year...)  We lived our first married summer in Sturgis.  I don't think I'll wear the leather halter top though....

 7.  We will own a small patch of land where I can have animals and a studio and he can make knives and an outbuilding to play his music as loudly as he wants.  He will write music and write books and drink tea by candlelight! :)

 8.  I'll have a dance with hundreds of white helium balloons when we renew our pledges...and he will dance with me!

I have to say...the reading and the kissing have been the most significant!  Looking forward to dozens of more kissing in  the morning and reading at night.




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