September is the month where we get to add another year to marriage and another year since we met. I get to pause, and think about so many days with you that have been filled to the brim with quiet contemplation and conversation, a shared passion.
And the best thought we've had, the best of you and me, now lives and breathes outside of us and watches the world. He often has that look of question as he watches us. He is spitting our image back to us in an uncomfortable and breath-taking way all the time.
It’s been thrilling to see you in someone else every day.
We like to think we’re good at putting our finger on what we know is going to slip through them. But there's a touch of infinity to his joy that's intangible. There's a level of mystery to this thought experiment that's almost painful, but stops just short at awesome. The old fashioned, full-of-awe kind.
Before we were parents we were spouses and before that love interests. And when we don’t know how to be anything, we’re always friends and fellow truth-seekers. I've often thought, there's no one I'd rather suffer with than you. Is that strange? There's also no one I'd rather be deliriously happy with. And that’s the best way I can sum up what marriage has been like.
Cheers, Ev.
