I’ve just read a beautiful paragraph in an old book by George MacDonald (the writer who inspired C. S Lewis).”I will tell those who will read, one of the good things that come of being married. It is, that there is one face upon which the changes come without your seeing them; or rather, there is one face which you can still see the same through all the shadows which years have gathered and heaped upon it. No, stay; I have got a better way of putting it still: there is one face whose final beauty you can see the more clearly as the bloom of youth departs, and the loveliness of wisdom and the beauty of holiness take its place; for in it you behold all that you loved before, veiled it is true, but glowing with gathered brilliance under the veil from which it will one day shine out like the moon from under a cloud, when a stream of the upper air floats it from her face.”Beautiful, huh? I know my dad felt that way about Mum.
Mum in her youth
Dad and Mum with ‘the years gathered and heaped upon them’
Two old people – no idea who they are, but I’ve had it framed for many years – just love the picture of old love.