the passage of time

new photo, old finish

Six years ago today A. and I first fell in love. It was one of those enchanting New England falls where strewn leaves look like red and yellow rose petals scattered across the earth. We were in our last year in college and living on the airy third floor a beloved off campus co-op. It was during a full moon party that A. gently touched my waist and I felt an electric shock run through my limbs. I never wanted him to let go. Lucky for me he felt the same way: four months ago today on a gloriously sunny summer solstice we tied the knot. It feels important to mark the passage of time like this. Looking back helps you see it all for how wondrous it really is.