I think of you

I think of you now.  I think of the years ahead us.  I think of the kids kissing and hugging and laughing and sharing stories with us.  I think of you and me having those white hairs.  I think of our wrinkled faces.  I think of how we would lovingly smile at each other 50 years from now.  I think of how we are going to talk about our past; of how we would heartily laugh at all the jokes we had when we were younger.  I think of how you would still look at me despite the fading traces of our youth.  I think of how I would still admire your manhood, your authority even with the days slowly taking your physical strength.  I think of how our eyes would glow as our grandchildren would come running to hear our stories from long ago.  I smile as I see us chasing them.  I smile as I see myself coaching our daughter on how to become a good mom and you, coaching her husband on how to become a real man.  I think of you now and it makes me want to cry.  I think of me and you and I smile.

I think of you even if I do not know who you are.  I think of you even if  I have no idea on how God will lead you to me.  I think of you.  I think of you and I feel even more in love with you.  Wherever you are, I hope you feel this.  Whatever you are doing now, I hope that somehow, somewhere in your heart, you feel this little kick of longing too. 

I think of you now.  I think of what you may possibly be doing.  I think of how God is working in you.  I smile even as I imagine that day when you will come.  I smile as I see you coming before me, sweeping me off my feet and leaving me totally speechless.  Oh that I may hug you on that day.

I think of you now.  I will think of you in the coming days, in the coming months.  I guess, there will never be a time when I won’t be thinking of you.  Until we meet face to face.  Until we reach that moment when we both wouldn't know how to tell the story of you, finding me, and me, waiting for you. 

Until then my dearest.   Until you find me.  Until I see you.  Until we meet.