The harvest moon hung high on the horizon and it’s light clothed us as the nights chill just began to settle in. The porch upon which we sat offered open views to the yard and neighborhood below and while our children dreamt we talked. We gazed into one another’s eyes as best we could in the dim light and we remembered. It is these conversations I enjoy the most. We laughed at the ideas we had when we were young newlyweds with no money and a dream. We had ambition and energy and where we are now is where we always wanted to be. Our voices would crack as we discussed those hard times in life we saw together and those we have lost. More than anything it was the quite conversations we enjoyed. Some moments words can’t suffice. In a single gaze you can look into that person’s eyes and see your children being born, the tears you’ve shared , and the struggles that were fought together. No one else was there to see the tender underside of my life, but she was. In seventeen years the laughs have outweighed the tears and the love we share burns even brighter than the day we exchanged vows and made a promise of forever. Only now, hindsight offers a clearer view of those vows because for seventeen years we have lived them. In the distance a barking dog is heard and the Katydid’s song plays in the background as constant as the ocean’s waves. Her eyes grow heavy from the sleep that is trying to invade. The conversation has gone silent and she takes one more deep breath before she stands to go in. Exhausted from the day it’s time for rest. “Love ya” she says as she kisses my cheek before heading in. “I’ll be in soon” I reply but I can’t stop reflecting. Each memory plays like a film in my mind. What a life we have shared. My only love.
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