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Happy Start of the Week My Friends,

We had a busy weekend of getting all of the honey dos done in time for the “crumb snatchers” coming aka babies. Kym Gordon from Behind The Pen shared that with me and I had never heard this term before she mentioned it and it had me ROTF LMAO (Rolling on the Floor ) and I bust a gut. I can always count on her humor to bring laughter to my day. Apparently, crumb snatcher is a term in the south Baby Boomers use a lot. If you need a pick me up or some daily wisdom, do visit her.

Around 8:00 p.m. we finally finished up and decided to have dinner at the pool and celebrate our 44th Wedding Anniversary and make a toast. I read this poem for him and added the last line yesterday after I originally wrote it to commemorate the night.

Hope you enjoy❣️❣️❣️

Euphoric love is the dream when you say your I dos.
A Fairy tale story of wishes come true.
Every moment is cotton candy days with moonlit nights.
Indigo skies with blanketed love, enveloping each cell.
Hearts beat as one,
racing to meet the shooting star,
exploding into flames of desire.
Looking at each other in the same direction.
New love makes your hair stand on end,
Sends shivers of passion up your spine,
leaving you gasping for more, like fine wine.
You complete each others sentences,
Life is perfect and your partner can do no wrong.
We forget all of our worries and fears wrapped in their arms.

Fast forward a few years to the seven year itch,
(If you make it that long),
The honeymoon is over, it can be a real bitch.
Pink moonlit skies turn dark, looking in the opposite direction.
Butterfly kisses replace wet passionate lips.
Kids run you ragged, these crumb snatchers steal your thunder.
Talking becomes breaking up fights and taking sides.
They know how to manipulate saying “mom said, dad said”, each time.
Life has moved from perfect to trying to survive,
You know you might not be right, but he’s definitely wrong.
Worry becomes your middle name, trying to help everyone thrive,
But you’ve made it through to the other side.

Reality sets in when you look into the eyes of the one you’ve been with for 100
years, although it’s only 44, you remember the moments when life stood still.
Each of you have grown and shrunk and anniversary dinners are done in p.j.s
because what’s the point, when they’ll just come off tonight or tomorrow.
There’s no need to impress and preen your feathers.
Bones once supple now become brittle and tempers can flair when one can’t hear and the other can’t see.
Still cleaning up messes and trying to get done,
working our asses off with little time to spare,
when sandwiched between generations.

The ups have been more than the downs and there’s been plenty of those
but still we have each other and fuss and fight over nothing important,
just staying on a position of being right.
There’s no one on earth who would put up with the other,
when all is said and done, I’m sure of that and besides,
I’d rather be with you than any one else; forever is short now.
You have my back even though we disagree,
You pitch in and help even if you would rather be golfing
and manage to play a quick 9 before dinnertime.
The tv’s too loud or not loud enough with sports, news and mystery, that goes on too long.
Our fights are about nothing but fight we sure do.
But our love is strong and true and after all these years,
Even if you are a big woos and afraid of getting skunked when we were having dinner.


He was terrified and we luckily got a leash on Hunter and lured him up with a treat. He was just skunked when we were gone 6 weeks ago and Narnia had to wash him 5 times and he still smells.

There are 3 or 4 living under our pool deck it turns out. They are trapping them today and fingers crossed they get them all!!!

So much for the romantic interlude. I kid you not, he was terrified and marched up the steps while I tried to get pictures, thus the last line in the poem.

Our song from Sophomore Year in High School

Have a wonderful week ahead!

Love and laughter,



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Dawn Pisturino
2 months ago

Happy, Happy Anniversary, Cindy!

Don't Lose Hope
2 months ago

Happy anniversary! Yes, mature love is very different from the heady first days of love. Have you read “The Buried Giant”? It captures mature love well, as a novel.

2 months ago

Interesting poem!!

Perfect for the anniversary!!

Stay happy 🙂

2 months ago

Happy Anniversary! Beautiful Poem Cindy:)

Pooja G
2 months ago

Just saw this, don’t know how I missed it but happy anniversary although I guess it’s over now! Any advice??

Pooja G
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
2 months ago

Lol, good advice 😅

The Wheelchair Teen
2 months ago

Congratulations! 44 years is quite the achievement! And a poem is such a lovely sentiment. I bet he laughed out loud at the ‘honeymoon is over’ line xD.

2 months ago

Happy Anniversary dear Cindy. Sorry I am late in wishing you. I have been busy setting up a new daily schedule and trying to balance work and blogging. Your poem is lovely. It’s very rare these days to see a couple celebrate their 44th or even 50th anniversary. God keep blessing you and your family with boundless love, laughter, and lovely poems. Cheers! 🍷

2 months ago

[…] Forever Is Short Now […]

1 month ago

Happy anniversary.🥰🥰🔥

Laleh Chini
1 month ago

Happiest years ahead of you ❤️❤️❤️

Laleh Chini
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
1 month ago


1 month ago

Happy anniversary

A Star on the Forehead
1 month ago

HI Cindy,
I am still catching up with my blog reading, so Happy Belated 44th Anniversary!
Wonderful picture of you two!!

Susi Bocks
1 month ago

Happy <3 Anniversary! Beautiful poem, Cindy!

Susi Bocks
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
1 month ago

You’re welcome, Cindy! <3

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