This week I was asked to consider officiating a friend’s daughter’s wedding. As I pondered the offer I found myself thinking about my first love.

I met my first love in third grade. Unfortunately, as I grew older we grew apart. It was all my fault. I changed but my first love remained the same. My first love is the same yesterday, today and forever.

Seven years ago when I returned my first love ran to meet me.

My first love is patient, kind, does not envy, does not boast and is not proud.  My first love always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres. My first love’s love never fails. 

• my first love