The hills ahead look hard and steep and high
And often we behold them with a sigh;
But as we near them level grows the road,
We find on every slope, with every load,
The climb is not so steep, the top so far,
The hills ahead look harder than they are.
And so it is with troubles, though they see so great
That men complain and fear and hesitate,
Less difficult the journey than we dreamed,
It never proves as hard as once it seemed;
There never comes a hill, a task, a day,
But as we near it, easier the way.
“Internet connection has made it easier than ever to be in every dog and their owners business but it becomes hard to distinguish what we
“I just haven’t had much to say. I’ve had a lot to think about that I want to talk about, but I can’t seem to want to write.” These are approximately the words that I shared with my wife a number of weeks ago when I realized I hadn’t blogged in some time, and it bugged me.
The first year you are married can be a strange thing. New changes to not only your own life but for that of your loved one getting used to you being around everyday. Last month we celebrated our first year together and I wrote her a short poem to share with her, and so I thought I could share it with you.