Promise

I have been thinking a lot lately about the last 29 years and little conversations that when they occurred didn't really mean that much, after all, we were going to grow very old together (that was my plan).

As I work on the scrapbook from our trip in 2016 in which we drove over 4000 miles, that was a lot of time together. It is one of my best memories of our marriage. We were all alone with each other, that hadn't happened much on trips since the boys were in our lives, most vacations we tried to include them. But, this one was just Jim and I and it was beyond special.

But, I'm working on this book and I am reminded of a promise Jim made to me early in our marriage. We had just seen a movie about something African, I don't recall the movie. As you may know, I lived in Central Africa for two years as a missionary; Africa was in my blood. A little piece of my heart remained there. As we were leaving the movie, I remember having a tear in my eye and telling Jim that I missed it so much.

He replied, "We will make many of our own memories together." He didn't fail me, he fulfilled that promise. I had no clue what was about to happen in the next 28 or so years, but one thing I did know, we were in it together.

Most of those memories are imbedded in the other entries of this blog. I don't need to repeat them. I just want to remember all that the years with Jim meant to me and never forget how much he loved me.