Windsong Boy

img_0781When I was in college I found a picture of the boy I was going to marry.  He was dark, His eyes were blue and pierced your soul to the very core of your being.  I cut a picture out of a magazine and hung it above my bed when I was in college. This picture has stayed on my mind for over 35 years.  He was the windsong boy and the advertisement said “you were always on my mind”.

Today is my anniversary.  It has been 33 years ago  today that I married my “windsong boy”.  When I met Daren I thought he was nice and every time he asked me on a date, I said yes.  He was a nice guy and spending time with him was a no brainer.  However, I knew I would never marry him because he did not look like my windsong boy. He was blonde and fair skinned and he was handsome, but he was not what my mind had pictured my husband to be.

thirty-three years have passed and I can honestly say that now he looks exactly like the “Windsong Boy”.   His hair is not that blond anymore, his skin has aged and the sides of his whiskers do have a touch of grey.   He wears grandpa glasses, his legs are still long and his eyes pierce my soul deeper than I ever imagined.  They say that your eyes are the window to the soul.  When Daren looks at me with a kindness that far surpasses beauty, time stops for a moment.

To see is to believe, to believe is to know, and to know is to love.  I’m not sure if loving him has made me a better person or knowing that he loves me solidifies that I am a better person.

I believe that somewhere in each one of us a masterpiece is being created.  I believe that once the clay was touched unbelievable things can happen.  When Daren touches me I am a better person, when he hugs me I feel safe.  When he kisses me the moon stares back and when he loves me all the planets align together.

Today I am a piece of clay being molded by another human beings soft arms.   I believe in the sanctity of marriage and I believe that every girl deserves to have a “Wind Song Boy” beneath their wing.

Angels fly with two wings,  but with an angel  like Daren you need no wings because he carries your burden and flys for you.

To love another person is to see the face of God.  I can only imagine what that will be like someday.   So for now, as I take this mortal journey with him by my side, the thoughts of eternity far surpass my wildest dreams😇

 

 

 

 

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Author: Butterfly kisses

I am a mother of five, a grandmother of seven, a wife ,an Aunt, and a sister. I am very selective with whom I consider my dearest friends. I own a Swim School, am a yoga enthusiast, am obsessed with fashion, buttered popcorn, hot yoga, mountain hikes, easy ski runs on sunny days and dancing every chance I get. I pretty much exist on diet coke and bagels with cream cheese. I love to be around positive, successful, confident people. I dislike tuna fish, crowded spaces, people who are rude and inconsiderate, and traffic jams. I love to ride horses, sing in the shower and laugh at silly jokes. I can run on a beach for hrs, shop until I drop and can remember Kindergarten like it was yesterday. I love romantic movies, crushed ice and I’m obsessed with brushing my teeth and taking very long hot showers. I hate when adults cone too early to functions and don’t offer to help. I absolutely despise gossip and I love listening to all kinds of music (especially Christian and Country Western). Young children make me the happiest, teenagers amaze me and help keep me young. The word old does not exist in my vocabulary. I have an enormous heart, I get my feelings hurt way too easily and I’m the first to defend the underdog. I always stand up for truth even in the most difficult of circumstances. My favorite quote is “When Words Fail, Music Speaks”. My favorite person is my significant other and my least favorite thing to do is sit at a desk and stare at a computer screen. I hope to write a book someday entitled “Windows To My Soul” . I’m working on sitting still long enough so that I can accomplish this lifetime goal. Line upon line, precept upon precept” is my mantra.

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