I don't pretend to know what marriage is about but maybe it is time travel--taking the journey together. Hours. Days. Weeks. Years. Forget good or bad times, alone or together, they happen anyway. Acceptance and freedom were the only rules; just don't tell me what to do... Hearts singing, yes, but the song never stays the same; rock, folk, blues, new age, "difficult listening," and definitely jazz. Still next to each other-twenty-nine years.
It was a brilliant May day, startlingly green, full of laughs. Under a canopy of ancient trees at the 1700's plantation Prospect Hill we spoke our Buddhist vows, before a Methodist minister--John Ashley taught the class we met in-the Life and Teachings of Jesus. I don't think I ever thanked Camille for inviting us-separately-to that class. Dories plastic cameras in a basket for anyone to pick up and take a picture with.
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Great story, happy 29 years! Your flowers in the wedding picture are beautiful...
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