Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary, which you obviously know if you follow me on Instagram because I have maybe been overgramming our anniversary festivities. We decided that since it fell on a Monday, we should just party it up all weekend. The high point might have been when I rolled over in bed this morning and found a dozen donuts of all flavors. James explained that, “I was going to make you breakfast in bed… but then I remembered that I can’t cook.” I then proceeded to take one bite out of each donut so that I could try all the flavors, but not eat myself sick. Perfection.
We keep on playing over every moment of this weekend last year, a weekend that both went too quickly, and left every moment printed in my memory in perfect detail. One of my favorite moments was when some of my favorite students from the high school I taught at in Kentucky sang during the ceremony. I had been fighting hard to get an e.e. cummings poem in the day and had been thwarted (thanks Mom and James) at every turn, but when I asked the choir director if they could sing, she suggested a poem set to music that they already knew. When those students sang those words, I cried. Take a minute to listen to them singing it here.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)