Your best friend pushed you in my direction.
You took the next step, asking for my affection.
Took the shape of ten digits in black Sharpie scrawl
on the back of your hand and then our first call.
I got grounded that weekend for talking too long
and sorry or not; it didn’t feel wrong.
A week later we stood by your car in the street,
and I echoed I love you without missing a beat.
Nine years later we said our I do’s on this day,
and this year we’re more than a decade away.
Our girl is now almost the age when we started,
when we promised we’d never, not ever, be parted.
It’s amazing how quickly life fell into place,
by love and by prayer, by will and by grace.
“We did” on that day under black Sharpie scrawl,
and “we do” every day since you made that first call.
I am participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC18) hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write each day in March as part of an international writing community. I appreciate any comments, especially those that
- reinforce writing decisions that work and
- coach into those that don’t.
Think of each comment you leave as a little writing conference we are having together. Come on, make me a better writer today! Thank you!