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An Anniversary, A Poem and a Blanket of Love

That’s the thing about anniversaries. They happen every year.

 

Which is A Good Thing, of course, because what is life without a celebration every so often? Mr B and I probably could have spread the celebrations out a bit, rather than have both our wedding anniversary and my birthday within two days of each other.  Mind you, Mr B says this helps him to remember, so you can’t knock it, can you?

 

Today it is 48 years since Mr B and I “tied the knot.” What knot? I hear you ask.  Obviously, these days it’s a granny knot but I am sure in our youth it was something far more exotic.  Today we celebrated with pink fizz and a barbecue with lovely friends, greetings cards and lots of chat, in which every sentence seemed to begin: “Do you remember...”

 

As I write this blog, normal life has resumed as there is football on the TV. England is playing Ecuador. I have half an eye on the TV, just in case Mr B asks me a question. I would like to surprise him by being able to supply the correct answer – after 48 years of marriage, it is good to shake things up a bit. Hopefully he won't ask me who scored all the goals.

 

 The other one and a half eyes are reading through the beautiful book which our four children put together for our Ruby Wedding Anniversary which seems like it was only yesterday but (my arithmetic is as sharp as ever, you can tell) was actually eight whole years ago.

 

The book includes touching letters from our four children and from the four oldest grandchildren (the other four still to burst upon our family scene.) “It is very funny when we are watching a DVD because Grandad always falls asleep so he doesn’t get to see the end,” writes Katie (then aged nine.) No change there, then.

 

Among the other letters and cards from family and friends, there’s a poem written for us by Mr B’s brother, Mr H.  Regular readers will recall me telling you that they are like peas in a pod, those two.  And because it’s our anniversary and because I am feeling understandably romantic, here is Paul’s poem. It’s called You are the One:

 

You are the rainbow that brings colour to a grey world

You are the light at the end of the tunnel of my life

You are the one who carries me onwards

You wrap my heart in a blanket of love.

 

You are the sunlight on the ocean in the morning

You are the sweet smell of spring on my cheek

You are the one who keeps me from falling

You wrap my heart in a blanket of love.

 

You are the laughter that echoes in the playground of my soul

You are the silence between every beat of my heart.

You are the one who gives hope for tomorrow

You wrap my heart in a blanket of love.

 

You are the star that lights suns that shine about me

You are in everything I want or need or do

You are the one who gives my life reason

You wrap my heart in a blanket of love.

 

Thank you for the lovely poem, Mr H. And thank you, Mr B, for the last 48 years - and for wrapping my heart in the warm and ever-comforting blanket of your love.

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26.10 | 14:21

Mmm, was it because there were '24 men kicking a ball' that it didn't end entirely satisfactorily???

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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