TheBanyanTree: comfort

[Julie Anna Teague]

There are some moments when everything is ok, and I am perfectly 
bouyant in my private sea.  I float while curled like a question mark 
into the warm body of my husband, under our pile of down comforters, 
under our cat, under our star-painted ceiling, under a low, cold sky of 
January gray, and everything is ok.  We were marriage hold-outs for 
more than a decade--non-believers, non-joiners, damaged, skeptics.  And 
then we did it anyway, in our garden on the day of an epic flood, with 
the friends and family who could still get there sweating profusely 
through their nice clothes on the hottest early June day anyone could 
remember.  We had no definitive answer when people asked, "Why now?"  
He burrows into me, into my happy floating self, a year and a half 
later on this January night, and says, "I find such comfort in being 
married to you."