i carry your heart with me(i carry it in/my heart)i am never without it(anywhere/ i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done/by only me is your doing, my darling)/ i fear/ no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)/and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant/and whatever a sun will always sing is you//here is the deepest secret nobody knows/(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud/and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows/higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)/and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart//i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e e cummings

I am thinking about my anniversary. September 19, 2015 Greg Curling and I were married. This poem was read by a dear friend on that day. We did not know on that day about what the future would hold. (I don’t think anyone ever does.) We only knew we wanted to go through it together. The years redefine what it means to go through things together. I have grown to understand the significance of our vows and commitment in a new way. The years allow me to reflect on all the choices and decisions between then and now with renewed wisdom – we are making our way. We are falling apart and coming together along with and besides everyone. I have learned that there is no one with whom I would want to fall apart and come together with more than Greg.