Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Half a century of love
I recently went to visit my mum and dad, the first time since Christmas - when this photo was taken. I sat with them in the same garden, the butterflies dancing around us while birds played in the trees. So quickly time passes. Where had the previous six months gone when they had built snowmen of each other? Time melts; love blooms.
My parents are in the winter of their life and yet their love continues to grow. They have been together for fifty years. They are my biggest inspiration. I do not aspire to have lots of money or a fancy car or an important job. All I want is a love like theirs that offers warmth in the winter and solace from the heat of summer.
What boundaries does love know? When this photo was taken last year, just before Christmas, there was an episode of sudden thick snowfall which brought much of the country to a standstill. My mother was snowed in at work and had no means of getting home as all transport had ground to a halt. My dad, old as the hills yet strong as a rock walked the four mile journey through thick snow and over steep hills carrying snow boots for my mother and then walked the four miles home with her. This touched my heart deeply because both of them do not like walking very far at the best of times. My dad has bad knees and my mother suffers with all manner of aches and pains.
I hope when I am old and grey and in the winter of my life that I am still with my Love so we can trade memories on a sleepless midsummer's night of making snowmen on a cold winter's day.