Monday, August 25, 2014

For Richer or for Poorer, in Sickness and in Health: Happy Anniversary

They lay together, then, face to face, their limbs like wisteria vines cultivated over four decades, twirled and tangled into one inseparable sturdiness. They gazed without spoken word, open, relaxed; their eyes alone reading hearts and deep histories in the coolness of the linens that cradled them as softly as each easy breath.

The hint of a shadow crossed his face.

“What,” her eyes asked. She exhaled. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking about everything changing,” he whispered. “Nothing lasts.”

A conviction rose in her chest. The weight of her joy and gratitude for this man, for their marriage, burgeoned, uncontainable, until it blossomed into a tender smile that turned up the corners of her mouth and broke into a fresh sparkle in her face. Light shone from her eyes and spread over him, as reassuring as a warm blanket.

She reached up and rested her hand on the outline of his face. “Some things do,” she smiled.