Dearest Stacey<\/p>\n
It will be 22 years in June,\u00c2\u00a0 actually 26 since we met in the winter of 85 at The Breakfast Club<\/a>.\u00c2\u00a0 All the cliches about the years flying by are true, especially when you stand on the precipice of a now that has many years behind it, and those years just keep passing by and passing by.\u00c2\u00a0 The magic of memory and time allows me to be present and remember a moment long ago; I can feel both the immediacy of the past and the distance in between.\u00c2\u00a0 I realize now by comparison how little we really knew then.\u00c2\u00a0 How young and how naive; and yet how else are you to start out? Everyone else started the same way.\u00c2\u00a0 Each one leaves the nest and makes their own way in the world to discover and grow; leaving with a partner allows you to walk the path with confidence, its an unknown but its an unknown together.<\/p>\n And I realize now how much of what I am is a product of not only where I’ve been but who I’ve been with.\u00c2\u00a0 What we have together now can’t be taken away; ever.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 What defines us self-referentially is who we are : a kingdom of experiences, our choices together.\u00c2\u00a0 We are bound by our mutual togetherness; a love that has grown until we are entwined through and through : “and they shall become one”.\u00c2\u00a0 What we create together is the legacy of our children.\u00c2\u00a0 All the material things will fade away, indeed some already have.\u00c2\u00a0 We impart to them more in the actual participation of being a family than we can through some rote instruction of principles.\u00c2\u00a0 They learn to love by watching us love each other and them in turn.\u00c2\u00a0 So much of our time and energy are poured into each other and into them.\u00c2\u00a0 How can they not become representations of us, reflections, shades and shadows of whatever light we cast into their lives.\u00c2\u00a0 And how proud we are to see them now as they are and as they are becoming.<\/p>\n Anniversaries are marked moments in time :\u00c2\u00a0 a metronome that marks the years, sometimes we have to pause and remember which number we are counting.\u00c2\u00a0 These are\u00c2\u00a0 times to remember : the event(s) that brought us together and all the events in between.\u00c2\u00a0 Joy on that happy day when the future stretched out bright and uncertain.\u00c2\u00a0 There was little then, but the hope was strong.\u00c2\u00a0 That wedding day in June at a temple on top a hill over looking our small valley where we grew of age.\u00c2\u00a0 And then the rush of memory as I close my eyes and I can see the days stretching out from forever.\u00c2\u00a0 The adventures and times we’ve had, the good and the bad.\u00c2\u00a0 The lightness of being and the darkness of difficult.\u00c2\u00a0 But slowly, ever so slowly, like the morning light on a new day we stand now tall hand in hand; a strong a river of time behind us and an appreciation that there is much more to go, much more to go.\u00c2\u00a0 And best of all we go together.<\/p>\n I love you more now then I did then, not because of some limitation I once possessed but because with of all the time that has passed my capacity has increased.<\/p>\n Love Dearest Stacey It will be 22 years in June,\u00c2\u00a0 actually 26 since we met in the winter of 85 at The Breakfast Club.\u00c2\u00a0 All the cliches about the years flying by are true, especially when you stand on the precipice of a now that has many years behind it, and those years just keep passing … Continue reading
\nYour Husband
\nMark<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"