“A happy marriage is a long conversation that always seems too short.”
-Amish saying
Love is…
Warm and enveloping, an arm around me while we sleep, a breath stroking my neck in a so-silent wake-up call.
Soft and gentle, a soulful smile that softens the eyes, the whisper of a kiss on a mostly-asleep cheek.
Extraordinary and remarkable, a knowing that needs no words, a perfect fit that is hand curled around hand.
Passionate and strange, a new territory of disagreement opening a new part of the soul, a story, forgotten, unseen yet familiar, that murmurs, There. Now I know all of you.
Lovely and unforgettable, a single red rose coloring a pillow, love-words whispered in a dim, lamp-lit room.
Sharp and lingering, arms that hold and keep on holding, that say, You are not alone, a dance in the kitchen while little eyes watch.
Surprising and understanding, an immaculate, we-can-see-the-floor-again, cleaned-up room, a lingering look that perceives the deepest of hearts and loves anyway.
Unselfish and hopeful, hands massaging an aching scalp in the dark of night, eyes searching eyes in the middle of a quarrel and still finding love, unexplainable and unchanged and so much the stronger.
Forgiving and unshakeable, fingers brushing a cheek, wiping a tear, smoothing a brow after a remorseful plea, the words I love you forever marked like a stamp on an arm, wrapped like a seal around the heart.
Mysterious and essential, two independent individuals, separate, different, becoming one unit, joined, still different but somehow the same, hearts beating, beating, beating, in time and in step and in love.
Love is you and me.
May we live this twelfth year as Mr. and Mrs. in an intentional, no-regrets, wildly-adoring way. I love you always.
