May 29th, 2010 = 12 whole years of one-ness

That one-ness leads to a whole lot of joy.  Sometimes a whole lot of pain.  Making two, one, is like getting a broken arm to heal back up.  It’s good, and right, and God’s plan.  But there is pain and restriction of movement and waiting involved.  I’m glad I’m doing it with David.  Cause I don’t know if I could manage with anybody else.

As the Five for Fighting song says:

” I bruise you, you bruise me; we both bruise so easily.

Too easily to let it show.  I love you and that’s all I know.

All my plans keep falling through.

All my plans they depend on you.

Depend on you to help them grow.

I love you and that’s all I know.”

Being one comes at a cost.  It’s precious, and fearful, and hard and good.

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”  Still.

12 years after the celtic dancing and the antique Rolls Royce.

What can I say?  We’re blessed.

I hold his hand tight.  I cry, many times.  And we keep working our two broken selves into each other.

Becoming One.