This spring was cool and windy. In early April we started to keep our gloves and basic gardening tools on the table by the back door to help facilitate a bit of weeding and pruning here and there. One evening we made a quick run to the local home store for a few supplies, returning home just as it was dusk.
As we pulled up to the house I was busy gazing at the wind tossed, blossoming trees but dh had locked onto another bit of movement. He parked the car and headed toward the back door as I gathered the purchases. Before I had moved very far, he returned wearing just the right hand glove from the table and wordlessly proceeded to the rack storing the canoes that he and ds had built a number of years ago when ds was 13.
The spring winds had tossed and billowed the tarp on the canoes and the edge had shredded as only polypropylene can do. As he approached the canoes, he squatted down to grasp the small thrashing bird that had caught his attention. I walked over for a better look as he reached in his pocket for the ever present pocket knife.
In his gloved right hand he tenderly held a young robin who had gotten his leg tied in a perfect half hitch on a shred of the polypropylene. Dh handed me the pocket knife to open and held the bird, belly up toward me, so I could gingerly cut the robin free. He then gently cupped his hands to right the bird and, as he opened them, the bird flew off to the northeast. All of this without a word.
The next day, the tarp was removed and cut into small pieces to be taken out with the trash.
It occurs to me that the event of that evening was a perfect metaphor for our married life together. In the past 32 years dh has often been there beside me, noticing when I get tangled up in the worries and "what if's" of everyday life. He has held me and helped me untangle the cares and has encouraged me to soar and be the person I was meant to be.
Today is our 32nd anniversary and I am grateful for every blessed moment since that day.
Happy Anniversary, T. Love you!