Yup, that's sixteen years since Minou and I stood up on the porch of the historic house in the little rural town (after the judge pulled up late in his pickup truck and dashed around back to throw on his black robe), looked each other in the eye, and said we would. We did. Grammy and Fred, Bob and Paula were our witnesses. Then we had lunch in the one little cafe in town. Then Grandpa Bob drove us the thirty miles home. Grandma Paula took a rearview mirror picture of us snoozing, heads together, in the backseat. We were exhausted from the emotions and planning a ceremony/celebration later in the month and growing a new little life.
Today is a day of both love and loss. In the last two days, several friends have lost loved ones. Someone whose arrival was awaited and someone whose departure was expected. My thoughts are with them. Life is so fragile and beautiful.
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