Tribute to My Husband

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This blog is dedicated to honor my husband John. Our love story began with a fairy tale. My knight in shining armor came riding into the PACU with white surgical scrubs (the white steed thing). The headline read: Handsome Surgeon Meets Winsome, Alluring Nurse. While riding in a limo, my prince inserted the following tape (yes it was back in the day of tapes) and melted my heart:

Gazing at the Eiffel tower in Paris, eating beef bourguignon in the countryside of France in a little outdoor cafe, embracing on the balcony of Hotel Welcome in Villefranche-sur-Mer overlooking the sea, driving through the bucolic landscapes, and drinking sparkling lemonade at Chamonix I knew that this über romantic man was the one I was going to say “I do” to forever.

John is the best man (as well as bridegroom) I have ever known, or could ever know. He is hard-working, dedicated to his profession, big-hearted, and generous; a man of strength, impeccable character, integrity, honor, and commitment. He is handsome, über intelligent, skilled in a myriad of ways, disciplined, loyal, and reminds me what is true, good, and beautiful in life. He is my husband, my knight, my hero, my rock, my anchor in the physical world, my love, my heart, and my world. He brings heaven to earth for me. My husband is a man who honors promises. I have always been able to count on him to rescue me, protect me, support me, stick up for me, uplift me, challenge and expand me. I feel safe in his strong, chiseled arms. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I can always count on him as he always has my back. I can surrender to love in him because he is trustworthy and true.

Our fairy tale has ended and the real life, deeper, more intimate, agape love is emerging from the dark fertile soil of our struggles and challenges. The tender shoots of new love, on a higher, deeper, expanded divine level, are wet with dew that is shining in the morning sun of a brand new day. The new plant of our marriage has not flowered yet, but I am anticipating the most beautiful, fragrant, delightful, exotic, hothouse flower, the likes the world has never seen, nor could imagine. “Behold, I make all things new!” (Rev 21:5). “When I say forever, forever is what I mean” I can love you like that! I DO!!!

“O that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth. For your love is better than wine…O that his left hand were under my head, and that his right hand embraced me..My beloved is mine and I am his…Until the day breathe and the shadows flee, turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the rugged mountains…blow upon my garden, let its fragrance be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits…my heart was thrilled within me. I arose to open to my beloved…This is my beloved and this is my friend…I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine…Who is this that looks forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army…to see whether the vines had budded, whether the pomegranates were in bloom…Come my beloved…let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. The mandrake give forth fragrance, and over our doors are all choice fruits, new as well as old, which I have laid out for you, O my beloved…Who is that coming up from the wilderness…Under the apple tree I awakened you…Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; for love is stronger than death…Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it…I was in his eyes as one who brings peace…Make haste, my beloved” (Song of Solomon or Song of Songs).

You were the answer to my prayers!

I didn’t know what love was, or even how to love, so God gave me YOU!

John you are a good man, a great surgeon, and an incredible husband! I honor you. I whole-heartedly respect you. Your sacrifices are greatly appreciated. I am so grateful and proud that you are my husband, “for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health”. You stand for all that is good, right, true, and beautiful in this world. You have climbed many mountains and this one may have been the most challenging of all, but the view from the top is magnificent! The best is yet to come….

Here is to real Love in the new heaven on earth now! May we all break through the chains and bondage of thinking that ego attraction, infatuation, romantic fantasy, projected idealism, or surface eros is the goal of love. May we all open to the deeper, hidden, higher, expanded, mature, agape love that arises out of the pain, suffering, trials and darkness of conflict, disillusionment, dissatisfaction, and enmity between the sexes. The old illusions and delusions of fairy tales, movies, and popular culture must be shattered for the real, true, intimate, passionate, lasting, honorable, pure, transformed, transmuted higher love to emerge out of the ashes. Marriage is in the birth process of labor, hitting the transition stage. It is the most painful, intense part of labor, but results in the birth of a new bundle of love, bringing the husband and wife great joy! It is worth the labor pains, the intensity of contractions, the heightened pain of transition, to see the new love emerge! God is the only midwife who can bring you through the travails of labor safely with a guarantee of success!!!

About NewHeavenOnEarth

I am my Beloved's and He calls me His own!
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