The Wild Rose
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart.
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
-Wendell Berry
Today is 4 years since I met the boy. Love you D, xx.
Our first wedding anniversary is on Sunday. I can’t believe it’s been a year already, it was such a fun weekend, and since I’m from Canada, and Derek is from California, and I met most of my best friends in Hawaii, it is probably the only time I’ll ever have all of my favourite people in one place, so it was really special to me.
I’ve always heard that your wedding day is really stressful, and that everything is going to go all wrong no matter how much work you put into it (thanks mom!), so when the caterer was an hour and a half late, and I spilled a bottle of red wine down my dress 10 minutes after the ceremony, I honestly didn’t even care. It was the best day.
I really don’t think anything has changed between Derek and I since we got married, things are basically the same, and we have a lot of fun together, so I guess I’ll keep him around for another year, if he is lucky.
Dear California,
It’s been two years since I left my old state to come be with you. People warned me about you, and told me things like “You won’t like it there, people are rude”, or “Seriously, you’ll never be able to drive there, everyone has road rage,” but I ignored them and jumped in head first.
The honeymoon period was great, it was all trips to Disneyland, Long Beach and Capitola, “Here have some more cherries”, and “Want to go wine tasting?”. But once it was over, and real life began, things got a little shaky in that I hated you and would stay up late at night crying over my ex (state).
We’ve had our ups and downs, but as a wise man once said “You can’t force somebody to love you, all you can do is stalk them until they panic and give in.” It took some time (about a year) but you’ve definitely grown on me, and now we have a bond that will last forever. Or at least for one more year, whichever comes first.
xoxo,
Jasmine
