Laughter & tears.
Dancing in the kitchen to our made-up songs. Counting the other’s snorting laughter as success. . . . Tears and I don’t even know why. But you won’t let me dismiss them – you dig to find the roots.
Exploration & exhaustion.
Packing our cameras and backpacks, flying to somewhere new. Driving on a dirt road, wondering if we screwed up, and uncontrollable laughter upon seeing the paved road we missed. . . . Working long hours, coming home tired. But you run the kitchen, letting my restless mind work on my project of the week.
Dreaming & planning.
Afternoon lunch over sandwiches, dreaming of kids and passions and faraway places. . . . I sketch out the next five years – I turn from excited to overwhelmed. You pull me from my tunnel and remind me to trust and dream and believe.
Neither of us is as self-sufficient as we thought. Better together. Meant to share weaknesses and lift when the other is down.
Laughter and tears and love overflowing.
“And I shall betroth you to me forever.”