“How joyful to be together, alone as when we first were joined in our little house by the river long ago, except that now we know each other, as we did not then; and now instead of two stories fumbling to meet, we belong to one story that the two, joining, made. And now we touch each other with the tenderness of mortals, who know themselves…”
Thirty one years ago today we became one story, a story still being told. What joy it is to know you and be known by you!
May our story have many more chapters celebrating the poetry of life together, with a minimum of plot twists and cliffhangers.
We’ll trust the Author who touches us with Words as tenderly as we touch each other. It is bliss to love and be loved from the first page to the last.