You water the dry ground and something grows that surprises you. You sweep the floors and life flows through a room. You bend over hot skillets, and your children eat the food and become strong. You build your life the way you want it, and spirit comes to breathe life into what you’ve made with your labor.
Today is our anniversary.
I don't remember those first years much anymore. What we ate (we'd run to the ice cream shop just before it closed at ten o'clock some nights), where we lived (a big beautiful apartment that was his brother's first and, because we were too young to make it a home, never really ours), what we did for fun (walking, freezing, down the block to the movies, drinking cheap red wine at the Italian restaurant on the corner).
But I do remember being very sure that morning in late August, all those years ago.
As sure as I am today.
He's all I ever wanted.
We've had struggles behind us but never doubted what we have together and struggles ahead of us but feel safe with each other.
We are blessed.
Happy anniversary to my best love, K.