Moving is a process…it comes with some anxiety and la ittle worry…
and you only to make things worse…if you‘re in a hurry.
So here we are a month after moving in…and from the porch where I am seated….
although we’ve come a long way…the process is yet to be completed…
We’ve been taking our time…arranging…rearranging…
balancing moving in…while still enjoying the day….
hyappy as we progress…to unpack memories along the way.
Yesterday as I was moving books around…
A rose that had been living in one book…tumbled to the ground.
“I know what that is!” the voice inside me said…
“It’s the boutonnière I wore the day Deborah and I were wed."
I quickly picked it up and gave a long hard look…
At the little rose that for years has been pressed between the pages of a book.
It has survived the years since I pinned it on…since our vows were originally spoken….
It was still in tact…it’s colors faded…but nothing’s damaged…nothing broken.
And although while it’s been in that book…38 years have gone…
to me it was as beautiful the day I pinned it on…
It was a symbol of our life together…since our vows were originally spoken….
How we’re still in tact…our colors faded…but nothing’s damaged…nothing broken.
A reminder that since we said I DO…in the 38 years that have gone…
Our marriage is as beautiful…as the day I pinned it on.