My husband
This somewhat blurry photo is of my husband on our honeymoon to Florence. Even though it's not quite in focus, I had to put it up because of the smile and the look on his face. A look he's giving me, his goofy wife who's pointing the camera at him and fumbling with camera buttons.
I love him for a look like this. And for many other reasons, and for absolutely no reason at all. I just love him.
Last night, we watched the final episode of the HBO series "Six Feet Under." And I won't spoil it or anything, but it was powerful, and reminded me how ineffably beautiful our lives are, our time on earth is. Looking at my husband (and at a photo like this) makes me feel this even more keenly. I am so aware of how much I love each moment that I'm with him (really, nearly all the time--of course he sometimes drives me to exasperation) that I sometimes get melancholy about it, saddened by the remote knowledge that our time together is actually finite.
I'm not sure what I believe about the afterlife--have no idea, as no one really does--but the lyrics to the song from our first dance seem to sum it up. They're from Ben Folds' "The Luckiest":
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love him for a look like this. And for many other reasons, and for absolutely no reason at all. I just love him.
Last night, we watched the final episode of the HBO series "Six Feet Under." And I won't spoil it or anything, but it was powerful, and reminded me how ineffably beautiful our lives are, our time on earth is. Looking at my husband (and at a photo like this) makes me feel this even more keenly. I am so aware of how much I love each moment that I'm with him (really, nearly all the time--of course he sometimes drives me to exasperation) that I sometimes get melancholy about it, saddened by the remote knowledge that our time together is actually finite.
I'm not sure what I believe about the afterlife--have no idea, as no one really does--but the lyrics to the song from our first dance seem to sum it up. They're from Ben Folds' "The Luckiest":
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
posted by Tiffany Hamburger at
10:45 AM
1 Comments:
Kinda sappy! I can smell the pine from here. ;-)
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