Him: “Fourteen years. Our marriage has made it to puberty.” Me: “…this explains everything.” Rob, To fourteen years of friendship, hard work and love – you honor me with your heart for me. Our bond unspeakable, Our life imperfect, Our love forever. Thank you for fourteen- acne, awkward and all- years of matrimonial joy....
Today, we ask we seek we wait all the while with hands pressed to windows watching, taking in the beauty fully alive in the middle. xoxo, -S
It is peculiar to me in the thirty-some summers I have watched roll in, many of the season’s hallmarks still surprise me every year when May days bloom into June. The smell of the air immediately following a rain shower or the way the first sight of fireflies at dusk can make eyes sting with...
