Category Archives: Love

One Year

It is officially one year since I married a wonderful man, and as of Friday, four years that we’ve been together. Where does the time go? I’m looking forward to a life full of adventures with you, Josh.

No longer a Miss

Ah, married life. OKay, so it really doesn’t feel all that different from pre-married life. I look at it as a plus, though. Because we’ve lived together so long, we’re already used to each other’s quirks and possibly annoying habits – we won’t have that potential stressor in our first year of marriage because we already know we live well together. We know we won’t fight over new things because we don’t really fight anyway… sure there are aggravations and stress, but usually it’s regarding a situation and not the other person, so in my case, I just need a little space and then I’m fine. When all is said and done we really have a very healthy relationship, I’d say. 🙂

Being “official” does feel good, though. I love that I’m a wife now and it’s a title/label that I’m very happy to have. Every night before bed we take our rings off and place them in a heart-shaped ring-holder and they fit snuggly together, as we do. I can’t tell you what a thrill it is to see a ring on Josh’s finger – just as exciting as when he first put a ring on mine. I remember the words in our ceremony* and that’s what I think when I look down at my hand and his.

Okay, enough mushy stuff. We won’t have pictures for a few weeks yet, but I’ll be posting some as soon as we do, or most likely creating a slideshow. We did get some pictures from my mom (yay) and I think a few people are starting to come out of the woodwork with their pictures from the day. Now I just have to pester more people to share theirs with us. :p

*”As you look at your wedding band, remember the great gift that you have been given and all that you have in one another. Remember that you have someone to share this life with.”

18 Days!!

I’m so excited to become a Mrs.!!
On that note, I’m going to leave you with romantic, sappy poetry. 🙂
SONNET LXIX
~ By Pablo Neruda
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we’ll be.

 

The Invitation
~by Oriah
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Lovely Quote on Love, Marriage

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
– Louis de Bernieres
 
I would say our roots are definitely entwined.