By one measure, today was
riverheart's and my first anniversary. On August 9, 2003, we were handfasted in her tradition, by a deeply trusted comrade, in the presence of some of our closest friends.
In her post,
riverheart mentions two other "formal committment ceremonies" which we have undertaken, each of which has its own "first anniversary" forthcoming.
There were other committments, as well; private, intimate, highly personal and no less meaningful for us than any of the public ones. Each of those, too, has had its "first anniversary".
Every day is an anniversary when you're as deeply in love as the two of us. Every day is fraught with meaning. Every day melds the remembrance of things past with the promise of yet more joy to come.
Every day marks a new committment, a new ceremony of us joining our separate lives into a harmonious union that celebrates our common lives while cherishing that which makes each of us unique.
Every day, my beloved, I love you more. May it ever be so.
So mote it be.
In her post,
There were other committments, as well; private, intimate, highly personal and no less meaningful for us than any of the public ones. Each of those, too, has had its "first anniversary".
Every day is an anniversary when you're as deeply in love as the two of us. Every day is fraught with meaning. Every day melds the remembrance of things past with the promise of yet more joy to come.
Every day marks a new committment, a new ceremony of us joining our separate lives into a harmonious union that celebrates our common lives while cherishing that which makes each of us unique.
Every day, my beloved, I love you more. May it ever be so.
So mote it be.