Legacy and choosing you still, welcome home

The legacy (what we leave behind)

His side:

I took a young man under my wing many years ago,

Now it's time to watch him spread his wings and fly away.

From the nest he must go.

But I do not send him unprepared,

For we have walked life together for many years.

A lot of shed tears,

Confessions and gentle correction.

I trained him up as if he were one of my own sons.

I am proud to be called spiritual father, mentor, and friend.

This journey has brought me many a great joy.

This is not the end of an era, but a new start.

To raise up the next generation is a calling of the heart.

Her side:

I watched my husband walk in his obedience.

Living out his faith and sharing with that young man.

In doing so, he, my husband, inspired even me.

I started a womens bible study, where we gather together.

Pray, sing hymns, and search out the scriptures.

We sought out to be better wives, better mothers,

And inall this, we also became sisters.

I am older now, and still host from time to time.

Yet do I step back to let the young ones step into purpose,

I voice wisdom, correction in love, and not condemnation.

I allow them to step, and step again, without holding their hand.

What a blessing is this generation after us,

Truly, it was worth it all, and I would surely do it again.

Them together:

Children we have borne,

And children of heart and soul.

Both are near and dear.

Through blood, sweat, and tears,

And carrying eachothers fears,

We have raised up a new generation,

And leave behind a great legacy of rejuvenation.

A light that shall never dim,

Salt that still holds flavor,

Even after we’re gone, others can still find the Savior.

Thanks be to God, our Redeemer.

I still choose you, forever and for always (golden years: old age)

His side:

I've seen you go from blushing bride,

To my best and closest friend,

To mother,

The beautiful changes its had on your mind, heart, and soul.

The Grandmother loving her grandchildren.

I've seen you in every stage,

But I must confess, this is my favorite age.

Where your hair has gone grey,

I'm smitten all over again, what can I say?

Her side;

You still look at me like I'm the greatest dame you’ve ever seen.

I've noticed your changes too.

Your gait not quite as steady,

But a strong heart that still beats for me.

A gentle hand that still reaches for mine in the darkest hour.

I must say, of all the versions of you,

This is the one I'll always choose.

Again and again.

No worries, dearest, your affections are returned tenfold.

Your heart is safe with me to hold.

Them together:

We have fought and made up,

We have grown together,

Wept together,

Bled together,

And rejoiced with joy with one another.

Raised our children together,

Watched them grow from tiny babes,

To flourishing grown adults, ready to start their own journeys;

Of love, laughter, pain, and sorrows.

And darling, through it all,

I still choose you for a thousand tomorrows.

Eternity is an awfully long time, and my dear i want you forever and for always.

Proverbs 5:18

King James Version

Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy youth.

Dry side of the Window (welcome home)

Psalm 42:7

“Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.”

Song of Solomon 5:6

“I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer.”

Cup of coffee going cold

Half a message on my phone

Your sweater in my backseat

Still smells like you when I’m alone

Streetlight dripping on the glass

Little rivers tracing down

Every drop keeps writing us

Spelling out what I know now

I’m on the dry side of the window

Watching all our colors run

If I said I didn’t miss you

I’d be lying to the one I love

I keep reaching through the raindrops

Like I could pull you from my memory

Come home, Give me one more storm beside you

I just want my husband back, I miss you

Same old movie on repeat

I know every aching line

All the words we ever said

Echo louder in my mind

Your key turns the front door

I can’t bring myself to move

Finally an end to this distance

The sound of you coming home from work.

I’m on the dry side of the window

Watching all our colors run

If I said I didn’t miss you

I’d be lying to the one I love

I keep reaching through the raindrops

Like I could pull you from my memory

Come home, Give me one more storm beside you

I just want my husband back, I miss you

Would you answer if I called (would you?)

Hear the thunder in my chest

Every heartbeat saying “almost home”

Every word a small confess

If you’re walking in this weather

Thinking ‘bout the way we crashed

Turn around, come to my doorway

We can learn from what we have (what we have)

I’m on the dry side of the window

Watching all our colors run

If I said I didn’t miss you

I’d be lying to the one I love

I keep reaching through the raindrops

Like I could pull you from my memory

Come home, Give me one more storm beside you

I just want my husband back, I miss you

If you feel this falling with me

Baby, im glad you come back

Face pressed to the cool glass

Name fogged where I trace it last

Rain slows, but my heart stays fast

Waiting for your shadow to walk past.

Safe return

Finally, you are home.