The day I met my beautiful wife

I sat on a chair contemplating where my life was going. I stared down into the glass in my hand. I felt like I was looking at a pool of water and I was the diver perched on the edge of a diving board waiting to leap. I had searched hard for love and came up empty handed, time and again. I had reached a stage in life where I would no longer chase the fantasy I had created in my mind. So my mind was clear, the fog was lifted and I felt confident that a new adventure was coming, a surge of clarity racing over every inch of my consciousness.

I seemed to draw away from the dark bottomless glass and suddenly re-emerge into the room I was sat in. As I looked up the memory of what I saw was burned into my very being. What I saw was a light, a halo that surrounded an angel and time had no meaning. I was lost in a dream that I didn’t wish to wake. As I gazed upon this person sat across from me, a voice spoke to me with a clarity and purpose I had never heard or felt before.

This, the voice said, is the girl you will marry and have children with. I had stopped looking for something and here it was coming to me. A moment that is as clear to me know as it was twelve years ago. The day I met my beautiful wife. Have a creative day.


6 thoughts on “The day I met my beautiful wife

  1. Precious few men see love in the way you do…my father was one of them…every year on each of our birthdays he would bring home one single rose to my mother as a remembrance of her giving us life…I miss him a lot…I love the 3rd pix in the 4th row and the middle pix in the 5th row…awesome! πŸ™‚


    1. That is a beautiful thing your father used to do.

      Sorry about your loss.

      Thanks for the comment, have a great day. Take care Alan


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