Nine

Nine wonderful years. Nine happy years. Nine busy years. Nine productive years. Based on the contrast of these two pictures, some people might say nine long years:

Here's the poem Eddie's dad read at our wedding. It was written by his mom, Eddie's amazing grandmother. Even though we've now been married for nearly a decade, I think it applies even better now than it did on that happy morning nine springs ago.

Like Pearls Well Strung

It was high noon. I did not know there was

Before or After . . . or that long hours could grow

with morning stretching long. I did not know

that evening would bring graying mist and gloom.

I only knew that by your side the cause

of things seemed very clear and I could go

with you, and love, and work, and win. And though

the way be rough and hard, there would be room

for us, for love was magic; we were young.

Together we would seek the Holy Grail,

and days and weeks would pass like pearls well strung

on one long thread of gold, fine-spun and frail

as mist. It has been so, will be tomorrow,

together, we will double strength, divide all sorrow.

If you'd like to read more about how we met and fell in love, click here.

--originally published 4/26/06