Most marriage ceremonies concern the union of two individuals who pledge themselves to the institution of marriage–that is, they will proceed forward (and all “forward” encompasses), legally bound, until death parts them.
In new marriage, you accepted the sea unconditionally. If it was raging, you thought it romantic; if it was lazy, you thought it wise.
If the sky filled with clouds, your picnic was still grand; the sandwiches tasted soft and sweet; the wine, perfect.
Such is the beauty of young love.
Sometimes, the recognition of those differences is startling!
You tussle for ground, your redefine the terms, you do your best to be your best.
One of you–the one for whom aging has intensified the need for order and detail–has created this wood stack. The other of you–well, you are the one waiting to have a glass of wine in a weathered chair.
One of you photographs the detail of life.