GROWING OLD TOGETHER  By Lori A Alicea

When head-over-heels in love with wedding bells anxious to toll, you’ve most likely dreamed of sharing life bordered by a white picket fence, with a fairy tale story waiting to be told of two people growing old together.

Little girls keep their happily-ever-after secrets locked under key in the diaries of their innocent hearts, these starry eyed dreamers living life to THE END with her handsome prince on a white horse.

In reality though, when you’re thirty-three and thirty-six years of age and wake up to your long awaited wedding day dream, newly married minds aren’t imagining life and age in their parent’s shoes, much less growing old together, as growing old is a chapter found at the back of your fairy-tale storybook.

Fairy-tale pages which never reveal though how quickly time passes when you blink.

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Then we blinked.

A bride and her groom have been turning the pages of their fairy-tale love story for twenty-seven years, and the unread volumes have found these two on the mountain edge of suspense, holding their breath as giddy children at Christmas for the next chapter to unfold.

Here we are,

Growing old together,

Though not a reflection of getting old together and sharing a rocking chair into the sunset.

No, a beautiful reflection of growing closer together while we age, a celebration of all the years and chapters God has breathed and written with his own hands into our one-of-a-kind love story.

Growing old together

Is a place a gratitude not longing for the “big things” of your neighbors, but realizing the “little things” are the “big things” in the one who holds the key to the front door of your heart.

Growing old together

Sees and enjoys the simple pleasures as a front row seat to the best life, not bought but lovingly prepared and given with the other in mind.

Growing old together

Mines for hidden treasures of wisdom, the rubies and diamonds of legacy and love to live by example, a trail of breadcrumbs in the forest for their children and grandchildren to follow and receive as their direction and inheritance from parents and grandparents who discovered these truths while growing old together.

Growing old together

Has learned to embrace and appreciate the color changes of winter, spring, summer or fall of their life, as every curtain call from one season to the next introduces a new landscape, a new day and opportunity to begin again.

Growing old together

Is being fully present, fully aware that we stand in the presence of a Holy God through every faithful sunset kissing goodnight our evening, in the unfathomable number of grains He alone has counted on our sandy dunes, to taking comfort in our Creator who knows the galaxy of stars each by name, and how much more intimately aware and present he is in the lives of us.

Growing old together

Remembers the time and place, the church, the isle and altar a bride and groom received each other through vows and rings of committed love, opening their wedding album of pictures to rekindle the magic of their storybook marriage every anniversary spent among the memories of their honeymoon cottage.

Growing old together

Is blind to the outward beauty which fades in the afternoon sun of time, yet has eyes to enjoy the inner loveliness which satisfies every longing of the heart.

Growing old together

Holds onto one another, never letting go, giving not a thought to giving up.
Because with God,
Love never fails.

…love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:7-8 (NIV)

Growing old together

Buries in the past those trespasses we’ve forgiven each other for, a final good-by of yesterday’s hurts as we open the gate of freedom as Jesus does, where our trespasses are remembered no more.

Growing old together

Remembers in our saying “I Do” at the wedding altar,
yours and mine became ours,
a miracle called oneness of spirit, soul, and body occurred;
a three stranded cord not easily broken (Ecclesiastes 4:12)

Your family became my family.
My people became your people.

We broke bread together among each other’s tables,
Giving birth to memories at celebrations of all kinds; birthdays, graduations, weddings and yes, even funerals.

Families still celebrate and live life together, while some of its members now live in eternity.

This, the most difficult of growing old together lies in those family ships set sailing for the harbor shores of heaven, leaving those left behind comforted of a great reunion already planned.family ship sail

Growing old together
Is at its best, when surrounded by family, 
Those with us and those with us, inside…

Thank you for the best twenty-seven years of my life.
I’d grow old all over again with you.

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SHE DANCED WITH HER DADDY!  By Lori A Alicea

Once upon a time

In a land of castles where princesses are much too excited to sleep when the town comes alive in preparation for a royal dance of daddies and their little girls who dress up in sparkles and tulle.

An enchanted fairy-tale she’s pondered her heart for months; a dance card of songs she keeps while carried away in her daddy’s arms the evening long until the music plays its last.

A night of unforgettable moments for two, whose highlights replay in the dreams of a princess for a lifetime;

Their

Daddy Daughter Dance.

Little girls are over the moon for their daddies; daughters who radiate as a night sky of brilliant stars winking at one another overcome to be their daddies date.

Over the moon because a princess remembers….

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
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The first to lay your eyes on me,
The first my heart to seek.
The first to ever hold my hand,
Or kiss my chubby cheek.
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The lush red carpet leading to the ball entrance is roped off until the castles of daddies and daughters arrive for their special dance.

The stately tables have been set befitting little queens in waiting;

No expense too great, no detail left out for a magical evening soon to be unveiled.
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Castle doors have swung open releasing a hive of honeybees swarming across the fields of the town; a buzz of little girls dazzling their nails and hair to enter the fairy-tale gates beautiful for their daddies.
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Princess curls are caught in a crown of sparkled bows, whose gown of vintage lace reveals a bow equally as grand as its twin accentuating her locks.
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The clock of the castle strikes for the carriages arrival.

A daddy makes his way up the castle stairs to his daughter, who smiles at first glance of the glory beholding his eyes, bearing flower bouquets deserving a princess.
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The town is one royal carriage parked in front of the other, each waiting for daddy’s and daughters to take their noble seat to the dance.
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A daddy’s kiss and the strikes of the castle clock remind them both it’s time to go.
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The sea of red carpet is lined for blocks of daddy’s and their exquisite daughters leading to the front doors of the Daddy Daughter Dance, which have officially opened for the night’s festivities.

The ambiance of the ballroom is breathtaking as well as every princess in attendance with her daddy.

Words of sighs and gasps of little girls in awe fill out the Thank You card to the ballroom host for an evening of details and splendor intentionally prepared with her name in mind.
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She danced with her daddy that night.

Overwhelmed and over the moon because a princess remembers….

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
By Lori A Alicea

You’d blink; your little girl would grow,
I’d chase you every chance.
On tippy toes I’d follow you,
Our Daddy Daughter Dance.
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Dad dancing with his daughter

Oh the silliness capturing a daddy and his princess at their
Daddy Daughter Dance; a picture of a thousand memorable words.
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She danced;
A daughter danced all night with her daddy.
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The last and final page of a daddy and daughter’s fairy-tale evening has turned  when the clock strikes midnight while it seems the first number of a princess’ dance card has just played.

A princess’s smile never left the dance floor for every song
She danced with her daddy.
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But now, carriages that have waited the evening thru in patience are now anxious to return those daddy’s and daughters back to their castle until next year.

This evening of unforgettable moments for two will replay the highlights in the dreams of a princess for a lifetime;

Their

Daddy Daughter Dance.

A princess grows before her daddy ever has time to blink.
But through the years a princess never forgets the hand-print he leaves behind because…

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
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The years will pass; I’ll soon be grown,
Our heart of tears will burst.
But yet remains our memory,
My daddy loved me first.
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THE END!!