Whenever I think about it now that twin bed we shared seems so magical, so perfect. Because honestly, it was. Our love was fresh and life had just begun for us. Our bed is much bigger now, but sometimes, oddly enough, I despise the extra space. Most of the time we'll find our way back to each other, eyes heavy with sleep, bodies curving around the others. And sometimes, if we're lucky Olive will wedge her fluffy little self between the two of us. This new normal that fills up our days and nights in a place we call our own is heavenly. When a quiet moment presents itself I can't help but recall our beginnings: a girl and a boy reconnecting after seventeen years apart - finding a love so deep that neither one of them knew existed. It's in those moments that I remember the beauty of our past and take note of how it's transformed into memories that I will cherish forever. Memories ripe with a feeling of unwavering love that I will hold steady in my heart until the moon begins its slow decay.
Also, if you'd like to read an interesting article on the moon's inevitable disintegration head over here.
Such a beautiful post....and then the moon is decaying! LOL Glad I won't be here to see it happen!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Terri! That means a lot to me.
DeleteAnd yes, the moon is decaying... it's so crazy!