“Maybe later I’ll be too busy to sit under trees and watch the sky change from blue to gold to lavender to velvety darkness; maybe I won’t have time to appreciate the beauty of the bark I’m leaning on, the grass I’m sitting on, the man my head rests on. But heaven forbid I ever forget how I love these things, how I love the intertwining of our hands and the way time has paused while we rest here before our lives take off and we stand to meet the world together. If I live to the day this tree dies I will never forget how we sat beneath it and listened to summer sounds in between soft breaths of wind and our quiet breathing. Sometimes happiness is loud and raucous, but now it’s the calm chirp of crickets and the call of a lone owl that speak to me: I am in love and I cannot express how happy I am because of it, because of him.”
