It’s easy to forget, to deny
Just how far we’ve come.
We’ve spent so much time
Loved and fought
But what has our investment bought?
So now we learn to hold our treasures closer
Each other
Our children
Perspective
Simplicity
Freedom from a need to be right, to know
Now we honor the effort that forged them, sustains them
Though that effort seems sometimes mundane
More like endurance.
The only trace of the fires we chased
Delicate tendrils of smoke
And another fire on the horizon
The promise of its warmth sure to be
Only memory
by the time we find our way.
So we’ll stay,
Fan these embers,
Remember why we sought this place.
And the kindling that feeds this flame:
The everyday, the mundane
Made beautiful again
and again.
Happy 20 years (20!!!), Honey. I love you.
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