How did you set my heart free and capture me at the same time?
How did you give me a safe space full of suspense?
Not even a quarter of my life, but the immense amount of memories threatens to dislodge everything that came before you. I have found meaning and purpose in you and with you, something that never existed before that warm night in June. I experienced a fire that was life-giving, warming my soul and lighting the way before us.
You have become home.
You have become family.
Years of wandering, and I found you.
Years together, and we have each other.
No fancy mansion; just two broken and weary-worn parents with love and coffee.
We have become parents.
The next generation lies in our hands and wets our bed.
We are driving through Colorado, staring at stone faces, waking up with Hank the cow-dog. We are smashing roaches, birthing babies, moving. Always moving. Seven times moving. We are living Saturday mornings at farmer’s markets, walking downtown, leading our sons through the parks of childhood. We are living.
And we pause for a second, to look back.
Every step seemed to take so long and demand so much time, care, and attention.
But look how far we’ve come.
We have become a man and a woman.
We have become a husband and a wife.
We have become one.
We have become a home.
Not even a quarter of my life, but the immense amount of memories threatens to dislodge everything that came before you. I have found meaning and purpose in you and with you, something that never existed before that warm night in June. I experienced a fire that was life-giving, warming my soul and lighting the way before us.
You have become home.
You have become family.
Years of wandering, and I found you.
Years together, and we have each other.
No fancy mansion; just two broken and weary-worn parents with love and coffee.
We have become parents.
The next generation lies in our hands and wets our bed.
We are driving through Colorado, staring at stone faces, waking up with Hank the cow-dog. We are smashing roaches, birthing babies, moving. Always moving. Seven times moving. We are living Saturday mornings at farmer’s markets, walking downtown, leading our sons through the parks of childhood. We are living.
And we pause for a second, to look back.
Every step seemed to take so long and demand so much time, care, and attention.
But look how far we’ve come.
We have become a man and a woman.
We have become a husband and a wife.
We have become one.
We have become a home.
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