
Before I even saw who the author of the poem was, I thought immediately of my sweet hubby and I living in our tiny cabin when we first got married, 19 years ago today! When Paul's parents saw the farm for the first time, his mom exclaimed, "You'll never end up with a woman here- you'll be a lonely old hermit!" When I drew the picture above and gave it to Paul on his birthday, I didn’t yet know that exactly a year later we would be newlyweds and I’d be moving in to the cabin with him.
How joyful to be together, alone
as when we were first joined in our little house by the river
long ago, except now we know
each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now
we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves.
Wendell Berry, from “The Blue Robe”

1 comment:
Lovely post, Lindy. I'm sure Paul knows he has a treasure in you. Happy Anniversary to you both.
I saw the Wendell Berry poem in Oprah also. So good to see a favorite Kentuckian get good press!
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