Naomi born 13th December 1938
Would that I had the gift of words. To weave them into a tapestry of beauty that would tell of my love for you. With golden threads that highlighted the flashes of beauty and vibrancy you show me every day. The depth of colour that you have embroided into my heart. The softness and texture I sense when you look at me.
I don’t have the gift, but your favourite poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning did…
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
As did my favourite, the Bard himself……
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Let me now attempt to count the ways…
The way you look at me when you first wake up in the morning, saying that you’re so pleased to see me.
I am so proud to know you Naomi. You’ve been breaking all the rules for us oldies! Your laughter is infectious, I just seem to be carried along by your joy of life. Your effervescent personality captivated me and holds me prisoner.
You love discovering new things… new tastes “Rex! Come and try this!” “Rex…look at this, isn’t it just amazing?” Your childlike wonder is so precious. I see why our grandchildren are so drawn to you.
You’re too scared to show me any new clothes you see, because if I like them, I’ll buy them. I never had anyone who looks so great in clothes, or out of them for that matter come to think of it!
You’re so innocent. It almost criminal to surprise you. I just can’t help myself!
You’re so willing to try new adventures. Love and sex are new to you.. you trust me not to hurt or upset you willingly.
When I am with you I feel complete. When I’m alone…I still feel you are beside me. I love that you are so vulnerable and responsive to all emotions. You laugh and cry at the slightest provocation. I love it when you punch me on the arm too!
You have metamorphosed from a shy, almost reticent sexual participant into an assertive woman who knows what she wants and boldly asks for it! You’ve surpassed me my darling! I’m amazed and your confidence in our lovemaking.
My heart beats faster in anticipation of seeing you. Dressed or…naked. Especially naked, or getting naked. You are so gorgeous when removing your clothes at night. I just love watching. And I love it when you turn your head and catch me looking, and give me that knowing look.
I realize you’re struggling a bit with a few symptoms from the dementia. Unnoticeable to others. But your courage and effervescent nature is carrying you through. Your nurturing and playful personality wins over the toughest challenge.
When I lie with you on the couch and read to you, I’m at peace with the world. I hope you’re enjoying our new discovery…author Douglas Kennedy? He makes you cry every night!
It a good excuse to kiss the tears from those beautiful eyes.
I love you and I know you love me.
That is enough.
Happy birthday Sweetheart