It was gold. It was a circular, pliable, bendable, wire.
It still is.
He purchased it on our trip. The one we took the day after we stood before the robed one and said, forever, we do. And there were hundreds there. And really the One who matters the most, the Most High. He was there.
He still is.
Today is always a new mercy morning. This one is our twenty four year mark. Of being linked and bendable and pliable. And tomorrow will be a new mercy morning. And the portal into the quarter century mark on a conjoined life.
It has held much, the wire. It has been to weddings and funerals and celebrations and church. On it has been threaded pearls and coins. An octopus and a turtle have hung from there too.
And there was the coin from the bottom of the sea with the cross, raised you can run your fingers over and touch the trinity, or is it deep-grooved recessed. Or is it both. Around the neck on the wire, it is heavy and it is large, but it is beautiful. Hammered encircling the coin, on the wire, the others, the dolphin, the seahorse, the sealife, the handwrought others.
And it, like the wire was a gift. From the Patient One who is here. And doing life and loving sweet, tender, deep, and gentle.
And bearing, like the wired gold treasure.
Who dripped sweat from his brow the day we said the vows and still does. Because of all the work. Long days. Long weeks. Laboring in love.
And of all the things we’ve lost, many and much that was lost. But not missed. There is no lacking. There is no want or need. Really.
We never lost the gold circuitous wire.
The one that holds the things. The one that she wears.
The one he gave in love.
And it is strong and weight-bearing. Capable of holding the delicate and the heavy.
A slim gold wire. always marking the early on. Always marking the continuity of the continuous conjoined love.
Wrapping around the neck, in love. Gold. Worthy of a gift to the stable. Given by a wise man.
Bending, not breaking. And holding treasures.
Always. At least we have today.
And the words we said before the Holy One infront of the robed one and the hundreds, they echo sacred, they echo soft. And two gold rings wrapped around, in love.
Twenty four years ago today. The glorious day we have, in love.
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Counting gifts, hopefully forever, but at least for today:
Marriage, twenty four years.
A doctor’s visit with a child that will lead to change… it looks promising, it looks good.
A night of celebrating, its all up in the air, its all good.
A night with all three kiddos home… rare and welcome…makes my momma heart soar.
A long talk with my momma after she left the hospital. It was so very long & wonderful.
The sun is shining bright though they’ve called for rain.
Time with the man/child in our bedroom right before we fall asleep. Precious.
Plans are made to be with friends a long way away for a wedding. Joy.
Laughter and open lines of communication with a child.
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Wonderful time on the river. Beautiful friends. Beautiful day. A long boat ride to a yummy burger.