What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Treasure, unearthed

When I was engaged, I remember my Mom coming and giving me a letter from my beloved that had arrived for me. She chuckled at my delight and said "Enjoy it while it lasts honey, it won't always."

I took great offense then, thinking how utterly wrong a woman could be. Not Mattie. Not MY Mattie, she just didn't understand that he was DIFFERENT than other men. She didn't know him like I did.

That was 8 years ago.

He doesn't write me love notes anymore.

Sadly, Mom was right. (rats)

This week, Matt went out of town and on one of the lonely nights I tackled the rather hefty job of organizing my writing desk. It was 1am when, through the piles of bills and stationary, I found a manila folder. Not recognizing it, I opened it and found all the love letters of those wonderful by-gone days.

By 1:15 am I had hungrily devoured every note~from poems to little scribbles saying ILU HUNNY.

By 1:20, I sat crosslegged on the hard wooden floor in a rather large pool of tears.

I picked one~ a poem about him being away and how we would be reunited soon (perfectly fitting) and brought it to my bedside table. The next day I bought myself some roses (Those days are gone now too) and now, I have beauty at my bedside.

The first thing and last thing I think about each day. Being wooed.


Bonnie said...

Treasure indeed!

Lana said...

I think my heart's greatest desire is to be wooed. My husband already has my heart, but i want him to try to win it over and over and over, and I will give it over and over and over...
I get very few love notes these days. my Luke is so busy. But sometimes he'll think to write me a little one and I am so happy...
and the old notes are such treasures.
unfortunately i don't have the hundreds of old emails, my mother made me converse with Luke via her email until we were married, so that it was always chaperoned, i guess, but when her inbox got full, she deleted my treasures... i copied and pasted most of them at least.
i think my guy has copies on his computer, i need to dig them up and read them. we wrote books to each other though :)

marriedtothefarm said...

Ahhh, I know what you mean. How wonderful that you stumbled upon that bit of history and were able to indulge yourself. My husband never has been ultra romantic but I've come to cherish the everyday kind of love that we have. The kind that will last! :)

Anonymous said...

My husband and I also wrote letters to each other while we were dating. I still have all of them. These letters turned into notes once we were married. One time I wrote him a note and put it in his sandwich. At the end of the day I asked him how his lunch was. He didn't mentione the note......he never found it because he ate it!! :o)


Marlene Bibby said...

You might not be wooed, but you have the trust in your marriage that so many people long for. You have so much more than being wooed - a Godly, dependable, strong, loving man that you know will return to you. Think how many ladies are getting wooed out there from men that don't mean it. I know you appreciate Matt and who he is, but I just wanted to remind you. Those thoughts will warm your heart and keep you warm until the day you die.