The music starts and he reaches for her hand; the same gentle grasp she’s known for 52 years. The stand-up base strums a familiar melody and together they think back to days of poodle skirts, Saturday matinees, and malt shops. Innocence savored.
His eyes sparkle and she blushes the same school-girl grin that first captured his heart so long ago.
Together, they’ve known birth, death, children, friends, Thanksgiving dinners, wars, sacrifice, hard work, reward, sunsets and love.
They’ve known choices, made conscious decisions to run with the wind or to stand against it. They’ve learned lessons together, crossed the bridges together, prayed through the storms together…rejoiced in rainbows together.
They’ve spent their yesterdays looking forward to the tomorrows and the challenges that lie ahead knowing days are gifts to be opened and enjoyed...
…but in the end, it’s not the number of days spent, it’s the dances danced. It’s the mountains climbed. It’s those on the receiving end of your giving, and those still within reach as you breathe your last.
"Therefore if you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any common sharing in the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and of one mind. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others."
(Phil. 2:1-4) NIV