We celebrated the 40th minute
\nof our anniversary,
\nand lest we caught on fire,
\nI promised my last tear,
\nand Mary promised her last smile.
\nBut there\u2019s no such thing
\nas a last tear or a last smile,
\nand an anniversary every 40 minutes
\nbecomes, through the years,
\na huge celebration.<\/p>\n
Tears keep coming,
\nsmiles keep smiling,
\nsuch that we cry laughing now,
\nand laugh crying,
\nand wisdom grows by being friends
\nand lovers,
\nand wondering how love endures,
\nenduring so much,
\nthat I think it\u2019s the place
\nwhere love\u2019s been
\nand where love goes,
\nthe children,
\nby whose days
\nwe measure ours.<\/p>\n
A kitchen ringing with dishes,
\nfears stared down together,
\ncreating places for new worlds,
\npushing back the forces of oblivion,
\nand telling those
\nwho do not believe in love,
\nthis is how it happens.
\nKeeping faith in your romance,
\nputting it at the center
\nof everything you do,
\nno matter what.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We celebrated the 40th minute of our anniversary, and lest we caught on fire, I promised my last tear, and Mary promised her last smile.…<\/p>\n