It all started in one afternoon

One afternoon in 1938 a 17 year old young girl went to visit her friend after school. The girls chatted about things most 17 year olds chat about. Her friend was preparing for her date to pick her up. When the date showed up, he took one look at his dates friend, and was lost forever. Four years later, 21 year old Ruth married 22 year old George and started a life together that has weathered 67 years. They built a home that would be surrounded by love and devotion.

During their first year of marriage, George was called to serve his country during World War II. It was a lonely separation, and Ruth would travel to be with George wherever he was stationed. He was finally shipped out to France. During his time overseas a baby was born, and the lonely mother birthed him without her loving husband by her side.

When Ruth nearly died this past February, George faithfully sat by her side, not saying much, but just keeping his vigil. As she has been recovering at home, he brings her roses from the garden. He leans over and kisses her tenderly.

My sister in love made this quilt for her parents a couple of years ago. The pictures of the bride and groom, and their five children.

Ruth and George welcoming their 14th Great Grand child in May of this year.

Storms have come and storms have gone, but the love that sustained these two people has weathered the test of time. As you walk hand in hand, serving God, may you gather the petals of blessings that have been showered on your life together.