Friday, March 7, 2008
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
“Sonnet 116” by William Shakespeare
Five years ago, Annie and I joined our lives together in marriage and created a whole much greater than the sum of our two lives put together. A little under two years ago, Alex added to that joy. Even in the most trying, tired moments, I can look at the picture of our wedding day that I keep on my desk and I know that I am truly, truly blessed with the most wonderful lover, companion, and friend I could ever imagine. At times, the love I feel is as magical as anything that Marc Chagall could render in paint, even his Les mariés de la Tour Eiffel (above, from 1918). When I saw her walk up the aisle of the church on that day, tears of joy welled in my eyes. When I think of our “marriage of true minds,” they still do.
I love you, Sweetie!