Four Years

The Wild Rose

Sometimes, hidden from me in daily custom and in ritual
I live by you unaware, as if by the beating of my heart.
Suddenly you flare again in my sight
A wild rose at the edge of the thicket where yesterday there was only
shade
And I am blessed and choose again,
That which I chose before.

Wendell Berry

photo by Neri

Happy Anniversary my love! 

You are every sentiment in every cheesy love song come true.

Anniversaries One; Two; Three