On saying yes.
365 days ago, I awoke.
By some magic, my head didn’t pound from too much revelry the night before.
And all that rang in my ears were the words of e. e. cummings, which captured how I felt upon awaking to my green fields and my blue cloudless sky and my impending marriage:
i thank You God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
It was a day for saying yes.
Yes to the brilliant sun shooting diamonds through a white dress.
Yes to helping hands.
Yes to old, new, borrowed, and blue.
Yes to making it against all odds.
Yes to bearing rings, dropping petals, and riding wagons.
Yes to waiting all day to behold.
Yes to the longest walk of my life.
Yes to the “do you take” and the “do you promise” and the “will you love”?
Yes to “you may now kiss.”
Yes to piling in.
Yes to standing on a log pile in 3-inch heels.
Yes to the women who make me giggle, make me able, make me hope, make me me.
Yes to the men who make him laugh, make him fish, make him wild, make him strong.
Yes to doubling the family all in one day.
Yes to glamor shots on a Chevy pick’em-up truck.
Yes to a month of rain that painted the Palouse a brilliant green.
Yes to hand-hewn details.
Yes to following the sign to the left.
Yes to a grand entrance on a grand staircase to a grand scene.
Yes to honoring our day of choosing love.
Yes to honoring 62 years of choosing love.
Yes to the first dance, and yes to looking on with misty eyes.
Yes to vanilla cake with huckleberry filling (which, by the way, tasted just as good 363 days later.)
Yes to boys being boys and knocking over tables (and each other!) to catch elastic and lace.
Yes to a lucky game of horseshoes.
Yes to take me home, yes to country roads, and yes to mountain mamas.
Yes to gallons of sangria and local brews and bottles – contributing to continued revelry.
Yes to busting some moves, making it rain, doing the worm, dancing a jig, breaking it down, and falling in to a choreographed Bollywood scene.
Yes to twilight and not wanting it to end.
365 days ago, I awoke and I said yes.
Today we’re waking up a world away and saying yes to something else.
Yes to Honduras – to adventure, to dirty fingernails, to rusty Spanish, to mosquito bites, to the frustrations and joys of professional challenges and travel.
Yes to Alaska – world class trout streams, to grizzly bears on the rocks, to “fish on!” and tangled lines and fingers calloused from days of fly casting.
Today we awake on the far ends of the North American continent – he to the north and I to the south. We awake, again, saying yes.
Yes to supporting each other’s passions and encouraging adventure.
Yes to coming home again.
Happy anniversary to the one who has my yes.