Enduring

I like it best when trees aren't tattooed,
when they're left to their own devices, to do all
they already have to do, lend a home for a nest, a branch 
for a bird hankering to sing a tune or two, provide shade for us 
on a hot summer day. But I paused by these initials anyway.

I had just heard a story on the radio about two people who 
assumed they would be single for the rest of their lives, until they 
fell in with the same group of friends who met on Wednesday 
evenings after work. She started to ride with him to concerts 
and games and there, when they were least expecting it, was love.

She said that of all that had happened in her life, he was the biggest 
blessing. Now she is ill and they face a test. She wants to keep
living life so she can keep living life with him.
He says he will help her live it. Their story was with me as I stood
by the tree and thought about love:
the magic, the everyday, the enduring way of it.  

http://www.wbur.org/npr/171994440/a-husband-and-wife-blessed-late-in-life