The Sun Always Rises

March 12, 2000 may have been one of the worst days of life, but Marc 13, 1976 was one of the best. That is the day, before friends and family, Marc and I pledged our forever love to each other. Even though ten years ago, we made funeral arrangements on this day, it is a good day. The loneliness and sadness of March 12 always turns into the joy of March 13.

Thursday as I brought Rosy home, I heard We've Only Just Begun by the Carpenters. That was sung at our wedding thirty four years ago. White lace and promises. A kiss for luck and we're on our way. We certainly needed some luck because we had not a clue of what we were doing.

So many roads to choose. We start out walking and learn to run. We chose many of those roads, leaving many more unchosen. And we learned to run. I don't know how much faster I can run, but Marc will always run faster and encourage and help me to do the same.

Sharing horizons that are new to us. From Texas to Memphis to San Francisco to Los Angeles to Columbus to O'Fallon to Santa Ana. Definitely new horizons.

Oh, it has not all been lovely. We have argued and done hurtful things. But we found a place where there was room to grow.

We have done ridiculous things to each, for each other and with each other. We have laughed and rejoiced and held each others hands in life's darkest moments.

Today, Marc is in Borger, Texas, where we grew up, where we were married. This afternoon he will perform the marriage ceremony for our nephew, Jay and his lovely bride-to-be, Ashlee. To Jay and Ashlee, I wish a lifetime of happiness. A kiss for luck and you will be on your way.

Terri