I recently found this Father's Day note to Hubby from
Reflections on Father's Day
It was in February that we met
the season winter, the weather almost spring.
My heart shouted, "Yes, Yes!" as my lips spoke,
"How do you do!"
There was music - Babe Stoval, Preservation Hall
There was spaghetti, French Quarter romance,
monkeys, water puddles, and violins
Love was born, its conception ages old, as we talked,
walked, shared a life time with our eyes.
Your (heavens forbid) 1st date kisses told me of your gentleness and strength;
your smile, your capacity to love.
Yes, we heard bells!
The sun shining blue was warmth and joyful that September wedding day.
We gave the love that months before had been committed.
There was work, questions, problems, challenges.
Always, there was love.
Longing - oh how we tried!
Fulfillment, joy, peace.
"Hello, Christy Day please."
Only it was John instead.
You're a Father! You'd made a son.
Completeness, though weary;
Joy to our hearts,
You'd made a daughter.
Yes, a Christy.
And always, there was love!