Midweek reminder: This is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

omorrow is the sixth anniversary of our wedding day, and this poem has always been one that I associate with husband. Carrying his heart (as I know he carries mine) for the past six years has been a joy and a blessing. I knew when we chose Thanksgiving Day for our wedding it would serve a dual purpose: recognition of the gratitude we felt in finding each other, and sweet reminders of thankfulness in the years to come.

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)

i fear

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)

--e.e. cummings

Sure enough, we are surrounded by family and love and warmth and food. It is as it should be, and I am thankful.