Sometimes I wonder if anyone else could possibly be so incredibly and crazily in love as my man and I are.Maybe everyone feels the same way when they are young and in love.

But what about when they are old and have been married a while?

I sat in church this morning and looked around me. Did those married ladies once feel about their husbands the way I feel about my man?

I s’pose if I were to ask them, they’d say their love is deeper, more mature now.

But shouldn’t a deeper love be even more obvious? Shouldn’t her eyes light up with love at the mention of his name? Shouldn’t his praise be even more ready on her tongue?

Sometimes I wish married people would make a little more effort to show their love publicly. Or else all we young people will begin to wonder if there is any hope of keeping love alive after the honeymoon’s ended.

I’m so thankful for the few who do show–by the way they look at each other, by the way they talk about the other, by the hands held between them in the pew–that they are in love, that it grows deeper every day, and that it always will.

That’s the kind of love I want… Love of the growing kind, love of the lasting kind…