Monday, January 05, 2009

The Rose of San Antoine

A recent conversation with a friend gave me pause to take a stroll down memory lane, revisiting the celebration of our first anniversary. The GilGuy had steathily made preparations to wisk me away, far from day to day routine, and put us in touch with nature. He did this, of course, with my greatest passion at the forefront: he booked a secluded cabin for us at the base of the Texas Hill country, at an equestrian center, not far from San Antoinio.

I couldn't have asked for a better retreat, a more loving gesture on my husband's part, a more memorable week. In scrolling through the photos, I found I had forgotten about the roses. They were in the cabin, awaiting our arrival. Gil had them delivered hours before we arrived.
As I look back and ponder the majestic vistas we saw from the vantage of horseback, I cannot help but be cast once again under the spell of my husband's tender loving care for me all of these years.

I know not what this year holds; what travels we will meet; what adventures will transpire . . .

I am certain, however, that with the GilGuy by my side, I'll not lack for the sense of being cherished and held as a precious vessel.

The Rose of San Antoine? I think I'll change that to The Rose of The Mississip -and bask in the knowledge of his love for me.



atara said...

Wow! I would not have thought that was TX!

Theresa said...

Gil really knows how to treat a lady! He's a keeper, for sure.

~ Denise ~ said...

two are one. amen and amen.

mary grace said...

Romance is alive and well. :-)

mideastmom said...

Oh, that's my home! You have so blessed me today by posting pictures of "my" hills. So glad they blessed you, too. :-)

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