Five Minute Friday – Rhythm

  It is that time again.  Writers writing brave and taking a leap of faith into story without perfection and over-editing.  I meet with these folks every Thursday night for the #FMFParty Twitter party.  It’s there that you’ll find the best community ever, affinity for all things nutella and pumpkin and chocolate. 

You can join us over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s where we write just write and there is only one rule… You must, as in always, show some blog love to the fearless writer who linked up just before you in the comments section of their blog.



I remember that day like it was yesterday.  Every time I close my eyes the beginnings of our story is painted on the backs of my eyelids.   The hick country girl from the East, meets the country boy in the city from the West and the rhythm of life began its steady tattoo.

I was in my designer jeans, the high waisted kind with small patches of leather on the pockets and the trim, a purple turtle neck and floral vest.  My bangs were bigger than any rooster’s comb, what can I say, it was the nineties and everything was big back then.

And you were there, in the crowded room full of Bible College students. It was a welcoming of first years, an initiation without the embarrassment.  You sauntered over, the way you still do when you’re figuring your words before you open your mouth, and said hello.  I could see it there in your eyes right then – a kindness, a tenderness that this somewhat bruised soul needed.

We spent the next few months figuring it out.  Long walks on the grounds of the Legislature, park benches overlooking the North Saskatchewan and Edmonton’s lights twinkling in rhythm to a dance of new love.  The Christmas Banquet when you made me feel like a princess, opening car doors and giving me your arm.  We drove through the city that night, my hand in yours as cotton candy snow blanketed the city. Every once in a while you brought my hand to your lips and left sweetness just there on backs of my knuckles.

And there came a time when our record skipped a few times as our rhythm bobbled, our steps got mixed up, words were spoken out of fear and confusion.  A path was opening up before us, that next step was huge and were either of us ready for it?

We found the beat again and slipped easily into what new love is supposed to be.  Discovery and sweetness and everything in between.  I felt the beat in the way my heart would thrum when you leaned in close to brush a kiss just there at the corner of my mouth. And, the way your eyes would find mine and hold me there as time and everything stopped dead in its tracks.  How you wrote your heart with words on sweet little notes and funny cards that would find their way into my hands with regularity.

And our rhythm became steadier, surer that day you took me up the side of the mountain in Jasper.  Late Summer’s song providing the soundtrack that would begin the rest of our lives.  You got down on one knee and slipped hope and love around my finger.   You asked me to keep dancing through whatever life gave us and I said yes with my heart in my throat.

I said yes to the rhythm that has become our love, our life.





  1. What a beautiful tribute to your man and your marriage. Thanks for sharing such lovely thoughts!

  2. That was really beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing. The kisses on your knuckles and the side of your mouth brought a lump to my throat.

  3. Dear Tonya
    Oh, this is so beautiful and romantic! And you two are still singing and dancing on the rhythm of your love!
    Much love XX

  4. Oh friend… what a honoring piece – a loving piece – a poetic rhythm to the words that express your heart – freely given over to this man! Oh how lucky he is (but I bet you wouldn’t readily agree… stop that negative self talk, sweet sister!) God – in His infinite wisdom – brought you both together – and you are BOTH lucky and blessed indeed!

  5. You tell the sweetest love stories in the most gentle ways. Love this, friend.

  6. How sweet is that?? What a love note you’ve written to your man and to your marriage! Love this!

    • He loved it… I sent him the link and he of course sent sweet words back. I really am blessed with such an awesome husband.

  7. Such a sweet love story. It makes me think of that John Michael Montgomery country song,

    “Life’s a dance you learn as you go
    Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
    Don’t worry about what you don’t know
    Life’s a dance you learn as you go”

    Keep learning to dance with sweetie each day.

  8. This truly touched my heart. A beautiful love story. “You asked me to keep dancing through whatever life gave us and I said yes with my heart in my throat.” You share with such beauty! Blessings to you.

    • Beth, thank you so much for stopping by to say hello. And for your kind words. Blessings to you this weekend, I hope your dance is glorious this weekend friend.

  9. Loved this, Tonya!

  10. Oh my…so beautiful! Such a sweet and heartfelt love story. You both sound like a pretty amazing set!

  11. This is awesome…the way you painted this beautiful story with words is something not many people can do so well. I. Love. It. And I’m so glad you both found the rhythm that has become life. Isn’t God so amazing? Hugs, sweet sister. Thank you for this! 🙂

    • Mel – He truly is amazing – God found the perfect man for me – He knew exactly what I would need in a fried and a soulmate – so grateful!

  12. Tonya, that was beautiful! This married life rhythm is beautiful. I’m so glad you two have found it together!

  13. This my friend, is absolutely beautiful… makes me smile as I think back to my bible college days and meeting my love! 🙂 so glad I finally made it to your #FMF to read!

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