What's Love Got To Do With It?

This weekend was a great one.   One of those weekends that rejuvenates the soul, giving you a spark to start your week and get busy with plans for the future.  Yesterday we decided to embark on a 20-mile route names “Antique Alley”.  The “alley” spans from Maypearl to Grandview and is overflowing with “treasures” along the county roads.  Craig is searching for a stand-up desk, the very studious desks that can be custom made to suit your physical needs and intellectual desires.  He spends quality time at our current desk, setting goals, writing thoughts, downloading our favorite songs on iTunes, and thinking.   The productive work done at this desk warrants consensus that a new oak finished drawing table is within our purchasing guidelines.  So, out we set, after about 2 hours of getting ready, on our antique adventure.  The backseat of the Jeep works wonders for Hannah’s sleep routine.  With Jewel playing an acoustic version of “You Were Meant For Me” the Hargrove’s were off to find treasures. 

A little on the topic of music… Music has always intrigued me.  The way a melody can seep into the soul and transform a moment is inspiring to me.  I fell in love with Craig for his virtuous ambitions and his good soul, but his striking good looks and his ability to serenade me on the guitar was just icing on my red-velvet cake.  He and I both have an appreciation of music and musicians.  Music is a medium he and I both draw upon to either stimulate our senses or calm our mind.  He can tell you what music means to him as I do not want to put words in his mouth, but I know we both enjoy a really good guitar rift or a multifaceted verse to accompany our moments in time. 

From our window seat, the “Antique Alley” began to look like the world’s largest garage sale and no stand-up desks were in sight.  We kept driving, enjoying the view of the billboard-free back roads and the pleasant conversation.  Hannah slept the entire trip, but I’m sure she could hear mama and daddy making plans and discussing ideas.  We never stopped and got out along our route, but rather drove for miles just talking and singing songs.  I realized that this is what makes Craig and I who we are as a couple.  We enjoy our time with each other no matter where we are or where the road takes us.  We have our own flow and go with it.  Hannah seems to fancy our flow too.  So we didn't find any treasures, but we definitely made our own.   

Craig is my partner, my Life Companion and I am so thankful for him everyday.  He is my best friend and the person I choose for my co-pilot on any adventure that awaits me.  He knows me more than anyone and (still) loves me for all I am and desire to be.  I know him, his strengths, weaknesses, hopes and fears and his ability to envision a better way and love him for all he is.  I hope our sincere soul-ship and respect for another will become a light for Hannah.  If we offer nothing else, I have no doubt she will know she is loved and her parents love each other deeply.  And with love like that she can move mountains.  

Our day adventure ended with Hannah waking up ready to eat just as we pulled onto our street and Bob Dylan singing “Shelter From the Storm”…

“And suddenly I turned around and she was standing there,

with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns,

“Come here,” she said “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”