Eighth

Eight years ago I married the best person I ever knew in a restaurant in Portland, Oregon. It was a small, quiet, surprise. We scheduled it for the tail end of Mary’s spring break her senior year at Reed. What an incredible day.

Today, I still celebrate every good thing about that day and every day since, but damn. My heart hurts.

I have lunch planned with my favorite redhead and I will absolutely paint my heart out this afternoon. If you’re so inclined, listen to Crosby Stills & Nash’s “Southern Cross” and think of us.

2 thoughts on “Eighth”

  1. My heart hurts for you too. We were SO THRILLED when you two got married because it felt like you were perfect for each other (inasmuch as we could tell from the other side of the country). I’m mad that you won’t have many more years together. And glad that you had the ones that you had.

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