Some traditions are worth holding onto. It’s that time of year when I tell you we used to look like this.

And now this…

Our marriage is officially a teenager. 13 years of walking through life together. Over the years I’ve waxed lyrical about the man I promised to be with in whatever weather. It’s stuff that’s all true. You can read back through the blogs over the years. There is still no one I would rather stumble through this life with. This man is my favourite human in the world. 

This last year we’ve seen more fog than I would like. We’ve been out of stride due to the need to look after my youngest in all his need. We’ve had little time to enjoy each other and do the simple stuff of hanging out. I ache for some proper decent time together. Miss the big chats, the laughter and lazy watching films. And I listen to my longing and notice its desire and I’m grateful that it is still there. That there is hope in this hanging on time.  

This year. Our ways 

Have been built in 

Staccato time 

Fragments

Snatched 

Snipped 

Grasped 

Elusive 

Gone 

In morning coffee

Crossword clues 

Brief hugs 

Conversations started 

And never finis 

Shouted over 

Torn apart 

Laughed at 

Moments together all too few 

But these moments build a picture 

Keep the structure alive 

Keep us always 

For each other 

Distance creates 

Longing 

In longing we find desire 

And always 

It’s 

For you 

My love.