three years ago today, Cobbie and i joined hands under a light rain surrounded by friends and flowers to marry.
the sun came out. the flowers were accommodatingly purple.
the groom handsome as ever.
i've never been one much for calendar dates. i can barely remember my own birthday, much less anyone else's. but my wedding anniversary is quite another story. i don't need a present or any fanfare, mind you -- just the private acknowledgment that we made it another year and the quiet reflection of what that year brought to us, and what we did with it.
The River of love
runs in strange directions.
One who jumps into it, drowns,
and one who drowns, gets across. - Amir Khusran, 1253-1375
oh yeah, and who could forget the 40s?
Happy anniversary, Cobbie. i hope there are many more to come.