What to make of 35 good years in 100 words? I speak no difficulties for they fail the memory. The good and joy and happy fills the mind. It is all there, real as ever. Real.
What else does marriage do but ground us in all the right ways? Fake it and you are done. We've all tried, none with success. Grace is real beyond words in this most sustaining of relationships. Intrinsic, involuntary, natural, supernatural, otherwordly, impossible, real. None of that sounds romantic, I suppose. But it is. Romance is the real and the real is the romance.
Grateful.
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