Eight years ago…
He held my hand while we sat close to each other on the couch watching TV.
He just reached over and took my hand.
I lay my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. It was the first time in months that I easily drifted to sleep.
The next day I received an email apologizing for his forward behavior.
Fourteen years ago…
He cried and asked me if I believed in marriage.
He wondered if his long-term relationship meant anything anymore.
He had confusion.
He had anger.
I told him I believed.
Seven years ago…
He bent on one knee and asked for my forever.
I said yes.
Twelve years ago…
His heart was broken and his questions started again.
I told him I still believed.
I just do. Some people last.
One year ago…
My communication skills failed me.
He tried to make me happy.
I threw things and raged at him.
I told him he must hate me.
He didn’t argue with that.
I asked if he wanted a life without me.
He did not.
Six years ago…
We stood in front of a packed church.
He wrote me a poem.
We laughed at how far we’d come.
We had no idea where we were going.
We promised forever.
Twenty-six years ago…
I rode the bus to and from school.
He walked to the yellow house on the corner.
I saw him from the bus window.
He bought me flowers from our son after hearing my day was rough.
He hugs me so hard, our boy can’t help himself but join in.
thirteen years ago…
We sat on the steps of the dorm.
He smoked. I talked.
He reassured me.
He walked me to my dorm so I would be safe.
Six years ago…
I laughed harder than I have ever laughed in my life.
He felt like he had disappointed me with his choice for our honeymoon.
We dreamed of our future.
He cleaned the bathroom, taking special cares to even get the little things that matter to me.
He patted me on the behind.
He let our son and me snuggle-pile him on the couch.
We dreamed again of our future.
We will fall asleep holding hands.
Just like writing, life is not about the product.
It’s about the process.
Its ups and its downs.
all of it.