Time Has Wings

Jilda and I wrote a song some years back with a friend Tracy Reynolds, called Time has Wings.  Tracy and her producer like the song so much that she included it on her CD.
I think it's a beautiful song, and speaks to how quickly time slips away from us.
Thirty eight years ago this afternoon, Jilda and I held hands and said I Do, on the front porch of a preacher friend of ours.
He lived in a trailer park in Brewton, Alabama. Brewton is in the southern part of the state but it was on the way to the beach, which is where we decided to honeymoon. 
We spent a week in a cinder-block bungalow, with no air conditioning. Some nights it was so warm we made a pallet on the screened porch, and slept to the sound of a pounding surf, and woke to the sound of fussing seagulls.
Looking back, the memory doesn't seem that dusty, but a lot of tides have come and gone since May 5th 1974.
It hasn't always been easy. To say there weren't hard times....times we both felt like walking away, would be minimizing the experience. 
Marriage is not for wusses. If you can't take the hard stuff, you don't deserve the good stuff.
We always try to do something special for our anniversary. We spent one in Ireland several years ago, and another in Sedona. 
Tonight, we stayed home and watched a movie that we both love. And as a bonus, mother nature  put up a big moon, to honor our years together. (Thanks to my friend Dale Short for the moon shot.)