my love

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~ emily bronte

winn and i celebrated our anniversary a couple of weeks ago. 11 years of marital bliss. well, bliss may be too strong of a word to cover all 11 years, but despite the turmoil that is inherent in a marriage (what is it that chesterton says--"the whole pleasure of marriage is that it is a perpetual crisis"?), we have been wonderfully happy together on the whole. and even in those difficult times, i could not imagine struggling along with anyone but the man i did marry, a man whose heart is deep and wide and brave and who puts up quite cheerfully with an awful lot from little ol' me.

i was reading along in dorothy sayers' book busman's honeymoon recently and happened upon these beautifully exquisite words that perfectly capture what i feel toward winn:

"all my life i have been wandering in the dark--but now i have found your heart--and am satisfied. . . and what do all the great words come to in the end, but that?--i love you--i am at rest with you--i have come home."

yes. that's it. i am at home and at rest and in love with winn.

and now, thankfully, we are finally where we belong--with each other, of course--but also in virginia. surely we were destined to live in a state whose motto is this: