I married a man
who developed a strong, solid good
reputation in his career field
for being a man
of integrity,
a man who keeps his word,
a man who is patient
a man who understands that
everybody at the table needs to make money.
I married a man
who, despite building an impressive career,
never missed a soccer game
or a stage performance
or a parents’ night.
I married a man
who enjoys cooking
(and not just on the grill)
and grocery shopping
(except during The Season)
and tending a garden
(when the crows leave him enough to tend).
I married a man
who literally swept me into his arms
and carried me out of the church
because the car that hit me six weeks before
broke my knee.
A man continues to
sweep me off my feet
in ways large
and small.
In in the past 41 years,
I’ve married this man many times over,
only once
when we stood in front of a group of people,
repeating the words of a preacher I never particularly liked.
Every other time
the vows have been quiet, private vows
of laughter
of hand-holding
of listening
of sharing a look
of sharing the look
of being quiet
of staying.
Because in 41 years of togetherness,
you learn that
marriage is a series of re-marriages.
Fantastic. Thank you for sharing this! XOXO
Seriously….you not only wrote this but it’s your story….tell me more! You got married with a broken leg? Oh sweetie, this is such good stuff….it made me so happy 😉
Just a quiet smile of recognition…and thank you for voicing what is marriage so very well.