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Here comes the slow-down--do you see it? In the distance, not so far now, walking hand-in-hand through decades. The excitement we have turns outward. Everything is still wonderful, in new ways all the time, and the colors so vibrant. And not just blue.

You paint the mountains yellow and he holds you in the night. And when he crosses the river, you carry his body in prayer. You hold him with your faith. And on sunny weekends, you sit on your porch and rock together. 

You realize the world isn't that wide; it is two people. Everything else crumbles and still, he holds you. Still, you make him coffee: whole milk and a pinch of sugar. The beach in April, right? The mountains in May. Around you, there's love tucked into the cupboards, hidden in the corners, hung over the doorways. And when he looks at you, it is always a soft but certain yes.

Peace that burns through the night and welcomes the morning; a place where it is always summertime.

I can't wait for all the winters I'm going to spend with you. I am so so grateful.