What I love best about July is the abundance of fireflies lighting up summer evenings. It is always a thrill to see the first firefly of the season - it signifies that summer is truly, happily, joyfully upon us. We were married in July and tomorrow will celebrate our 27th anniversary. A while ago I snipped this little tidbit from a Reader's Digest - a staple bathroom reader at my parents' home. It spoke to my heart and I hope it does the same for you.
"Romantic love is to married love as fireworks are to fireflies. Both light up the night and gladden the heart, but otherwise they're as different as grasshoppers and ants, motorcycles and minivans, champagne and beer.
Romance is like the Fourth of July: explosions, oohs and aahs, and bright colors. The finale leaves you thrilled, exhausted, your ears ringing. The fireflies of married love, on the other hand, punctuate the dark with silent lights. Their split-second beacons are always a golden surprise. You whisper in their presence and smile. And they'll be there tomorrow night and next year, too, if only you remember to go looking for them." - Anita Diamant in Parenting
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