I wrote this poem to my husband, Curtis Moore, in December 2010 for our 41st anniversary. Lots of memories from 41-plus years together. There have been hard times, as well as good times, but in all, I would do it all over again.


I wrote this poem to my husband, Curtis Moore, in December 2010 for our 41st anniversary. Lots of memories from 41-plus years together. There have been hard times, as well as good times, but in all, I would do it all over again.

 

We started out as two young kids, and now there is a daughter, Jaree; a son, Scott; and five grandchildren, Maranda, Allie, Katie, Cody and Tyler. And we couldn’t have the grandchildren without our daughter-in-law, Jennifer, and an ex-son-in-law, Randy. What a ride we’ve been on for 41 years!

 

Curtis and Sylvia Moore were married Dec. 20, 1969, at Lighthouse Assembly of God Church in Ardmore.

The night I met you was a special night … A Sunday in the Spring of 1969.

 

You were with Terry and y’all got into my car. I thought you looked mighty fine!

 

We talked awhile & you put on my wig … You acted silly like you were a girl.

 

We laughed a lot and enjoyed our time. You gave me quite a whirl.

 

A few days later on Lake Murray Drive, I looked up and who did I see?

 

It was you going past, you stopped, backed up, all the while you were looking at me.

 

Soon we were going everywhere together, Fun times for you and me.

 

Then I lost my daddy, and I’ll never forget the tears in your eyes I did see.

 

That time really bonded me to you, for you knew too well what I was feeling.

 

The loss of my daddy at such a young age had sent me virtually reeling.

 

I needed your shoulder to lay my head on and I needed your kiss on my brow.

 

I knew I liked you way before, but I began to really like you more now.

 

Wasn’t too long until you asked for my hand. For me to be your wife.

 

I asked for a week to pray about it. That was the biggest decision of my life.

 

I knew my answer was going to be “yes.” You were the one God made for me.

 

I think from the beginning it was certain to happen,

 

Our marriage was what was meant to be.

 

Flowers, pictures, preacher, bridesmaids … To put it together ... how could I remember?

 

In a short time we went from friends, to getting married in December

 

I stood beside you feeling such a glow, and knowing I was in God’s plan.

 

I was your bride that 20th of December and you were my very “best” man.

 

Forty-one years. That’s a long, long time … That’s the years I’ve been wed to you.
And although it is a few years ago, I’ll never forget the day we said “I Do.”