A walk down memory lane
Memory lane can be a nice place to take a stroll from time to time. Last night as I hung our art work in our new less-temporary-but-not-permanent home, I got to take a nice stroll with my husband.
We have an interesting array of art work. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, and posted pictures to boot, my husband is quite an artist. I have a few of his originals hanging and then a couple that we have picked up since we have been married. We have a “His, hers and theirs” kind of collection. The majority of our art work is of church buildings and flowers. The flowers I am not sure about other than the fact that we boast an Edgar Bowlin original and the subject matter is roses. I guess we added around that. The Churches though are intentional.
Bryan and I absolutely adore church architecture — not the post modern buildings that look akin to huge, soulless warehouses (I am calling the building that NOT the Church that dwells within). We love architecture that is extremely ornate, down to architecture that reflects a more puritanical worship — simple yet reverent and solemn.
I walked with my husband last night through the streets of Charleston. I remember walking with him for hours on our honeymoon looking at old buildings and old churches. Oh the history we pondered! We both were geekishly giddy with joy at getting to step foot into so much America history. I walked with him in Fort Sumter last night. We came back ashore and walked the pier, and stopped at a bench swing where we talked about our own history, and our future together as husband and wife. We walked some more back to the Governor’s House Bed and Breakfast and had a night Sherry before crawling into bed — where we talked for hours about all that we had seen that day. Each site would turn into a rabbit trail of conversation where we both got to hear even more of each other’s lives before we were a couple. American history, personal history and history together seemed to be what we wanted and needed to discuss.
Our memories that are being made now are separate, but still together — if that makes any sense. I am seeing the world as a wife and mother who is keeping our home running. My husband is seeing the world through the eyes of a soldier who is working to keep our Country, and therefore, our family safe and free. We are in different states, different schedules, around different people, and yet there is a sharing between us of what we are doing and why we are doing this. Our memories of the past are shared in many settings. Today they are shared through the written word and the exchange of letters.
Maybe one day when we are much older we can stroll down the streets of Charleston once again. In the meantime I will stroll with him and remember so many things about him that I love and that I miss each moment. I can’t wait to make these memories into a cohesive quilt that will become a precious family heirloom.
AAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW great post