Happy Anniversary To My Love

I read this short story, from the Paris Review, last night while waiting for rugby to begin. It tells of an adventure of a father and a son crossing a dangerous river. Upon reflection I realized that I don't get into lonely and helpless situations like that, because my soul-mate is always there to help save Isaac and me (my Mom and Sister do a good job of it also).

I love her for always saving us, every time.

A poem from Paublo Neruda which we had on our original wedding invitations.

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.