In the shadow of the mighty Maple

Giant maple trees grew up by the well in our neighborhood. Their huge canopy shadowed the mossy magical land at their base.
Pirates and war games often took stage on the massive roots and long arms.
My ,I had big agendas back then. It was a lot of pressure swash buckling or crawling on my belly to attack an enemy outpost. And those monarch huge maple trees witnessed it all.
In one of the large maples, my brother Chris made for us a Tarzan swing. We spent much adventure flying through the air. Chris even put a ladder up at one end, so we could reach higher heights. When our sisters boyfriends came over, we would eagerly take them to the swing where they would show their bravery and lack of sense. We would laugh for years to come of their ripped pants and full body slams into the old maple tree.
When it poured down rain you could always play under the huge maples, they possessed a mossy smell of earth and in the fall it was a wonderland of leaves. Spring time one could find beautiful trillium flowers their white and pink blossoms stood out so strikingly in the darkness beneath the trees.
Those old maples witnessed childhood memories I can only vaguely recall.
Last night I couldn’t sleep and thought about the years I have loved my wife .Childhood sweethearts so there have been many experiences and through it all there has been a covering like the old maple trees that has witnessed it all.
Looking through old photographs of our shared youth in the background is the old maple tree GOD that was there.
He enjoyed the sparkle of young love, he witnessed every moment and treasured them with big old tree father affection for we were his kids.
When we love our spouse so dearly have you ever thought how much of GOD you are loving at the same time?
I speak often of the shared life with him, His canopy over us has always been his incredible father love.