Write This Down

Wading in familiar waters this morning with trembling legs that haven't been there for a while!! Haha!! Kinda feels like that.

In the past, I have written how my DH Jay would listen to music and when certain songs would strike a chord in tune with his feelings, he would come to me--usually that meant running upstairs to find me and make me listen to the words because they said what he wanted to say to me. Here are the lyrics to one in particular that was especially meaningful:

Write This Down

George Strait

Baby, write this down, take a little note to remind you in case you didn't know,
Tell yourself I love you and I don't want you to go, write this down.
Take my words, read 'em every day, keep 'em close by, don't you let 'em fade away,
So you'll remember what I forgot to say, write this down.
I'll sign it at the bottom of the page, I'll swear under oath
'Cause every single word is true, and I think you need to know,
So use it as a bookmark, stick it on your 'frigerator door,
Hang it in a picture frame up above the mantel where you'll see it for sure.
You can find a chisel, I can find a stone. Folks will be reading these words, long after we're gone.
Baby, write this down, take a little note to remind you in case you didn't know,
Tell yourself I love you and I don't want you to go, write this down.
Take my words, read 'em every day, keep 'em close by, don't you let 'em fade away,
So you'll remember what I forgot to say, write this down.
Oh I love you and I don't want you to go, baby write this down.

Now, please know that the scenario of someone leaving never happened in our house. But it was the other verses and the chorus that he wanted me to remember, and he would sit there with tears in his eyes watching me as we listened to the song together.

That brings me to this little story:

In going through our safe deposit box, I found a letter I had put in there many years ago that I wanted to preserve. It was a letter from Jay written before we were married. Seven legal size pages! I read it and remembered all the wonderful things that he had to say in that letter about his hopes and plans for us and our future. 

It was so precious to me that I had it laminated because the writing was fading. I’ve read it several times since I found it and it never fails to bring a tear to my eye and a smile to my lips remembering the sweetness of his love for me. 

Now I realize this probably isn’t an original thought, but: Even better than his letter, and the love behind it and his longing for me, it reminds me of the letters that were written to us—God‘s love letter to us in the Bible, how precious it is and that we should never grow tired of reading the promises, His truth, His love, compassion, mercy and goodness!  How great is our Heavenly Father’s love to us.

My husband kept those promises to me, and even richer than that, my Father does. 

I still love you and miss you so much.