TheBanyanTree: comfort

[nancyiee at aol.com]

In a message dated 1/22/2010 11:18:24 A.M. Eastern Standard Time,  
jateague at indiana.edu writes:

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."



and may it always be thus for you both.  Blessings on your  marriage.
 
NancyLee