Friday is our fifth wedding anniversary. Five years is a long time...if you count the blink of an eye a long time. I just can’t believe how fast it has flown by.
Why, I know it was just a few months ago when I was so giddily riding in that carriage, wondering if the horse was going to drag me, my father & brothers, my flower girl and my ring-bearer into the ditch in a desperate attempt to escape the bagpiper summoning me to my groom. I actually tried to get out of the carriage, thinking I could just walk down the hill, across the field and down the aisle into the arms of my awaiting prince-groom. Thank heavens for the prevailing level head of my daddy, sparing me a certain un-princess-like tumble down a sizable slope, convincing me to have patience with the horse, who did overcome his fears and deliver me to the top of the aisle...eventually.
Then, immediately, it seems, there was that first anniversary of paper, at Peacock Hill Inn, exchanging gifts of hand-made art on the porch of our tiny log cabin. And then the second year again with the Peacocks, but in a different room with cotton bearing the poetry. Then the third, shortly thereafter, leather bringing the verse and the fabulous Fluevog boots in Boston. And not five minutes ago, the fourth brought a baby swaddled in soft linens, the most perfect gift of all. Now this year it’s wood...a new house, wood floors, book shelves...what else?
Here’s the poem Rob wrote on cotton for me that second year:
Softer
Soft, your skin next to me,
softer than the Egyptian cotton sheets
so smooth in their threadcount
Soft, your arm wrapped in mine,
clinging like my favorite pair of jeans,
made yet softer by time
Soft, I hear your heart beat,
softer, your heart of love for me, beating
time with mine together
Soft, our home of colors,
from pastel plates to eggplant cotton throws
gives comfort from the day
Soft, your eyes smile at me
gilded with their extravagant lashes,
a spring sunset, shining
soft through young, fresh, wet leaves,
amber through green, rimmed with soft black shadow,
telling of light and hope
Soft, your voice, speaking life
and promise, whispering secrets to me,
secrets of the future
Soft, your skin next to me,
softer still your heart beside me, beating
time with mine together
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