13 (Grow Old With Me)
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be …
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be …
Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. It still feels like only yesterday! Here’s to so many more, together! Photo courtesy, Priyanka Saggu To quote Sara Bareilles’, Orpheus … ...
As is our wont, we spent the day gallivanting in a jungle and having an accident. And then crying for a while and then laughing about what a story it would be for the rest of our lives. Much like our marriage. We make the best stories, don’t we? And I am who I am, because of you. Eleven years, and it still feels like only yesterday. 1 I love you. ...
It’s way past our anniversary on the 10th of September. But that day was filled with togetherness. And the days before and after were filled with all sorts of madness, both personal and professional. Dear Abby, it’s been a decade. And it’s flown by us like a quarrel of sparrows. Here now, and vanished in the next instant. And yet when I look back on it, we’ve been through so much. ...
Now we are here at home, in the little nation of our marriage, swearing allegiance to the table we set for lunch or the windchime on the porch, its easy dissonance. Even in our shared country, the afternoon allots its golden lines so that we’re seated, both in shadow, on opposite ends of a couch and two gray dogs between us. There are acres of opinions in this house. I make two cups of tea, two bowls of soup, ...
Ubi enim est thesaurus tuus, ibi est et cor tuum. For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also. You’ve stood by me through thick and thin. We’ve been through houses and hospitals and travails and travels around the world. We finish each other’s thoughts and sentences, (much to Poo’s chagrin,) I don’t know what I’d do without you. To quote a silly old country song, When my life is through, And the Angels ask me to recall The thrill of it all, then I will tell them I remember you … ...