We have been together longer than we haven’t. Nine years ago we began keeping our toothbrushes in the same jar and our pillows on the same bed. But it was eight years before that when we started holding hands and sneaking kisses. Then, we spent a lot of time looking at each other. Now, we spend most of it looking in a shared direction.
Our marriage vows, and the genetic mingling of the two of us, molded us into a little family, a trio, and then more. He alone shares my particular parcel of pain from the different shape of our family created by her illness, just as, together, we've been graced as a settling down place for our fair share of happiness. We don’t speak our understanding aloud very often. We don’t need to. He’s good at knowing how I feel before I know how I feel. He somehow grounds yet lifts me. With him is a lovely place to be.
JEB
* lyrics from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
Photo credit: Ciro Photography
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
If you marry in June you’re a bride all your life*
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