Monday, November 11, 2013

Eleven Eleven Eleven

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

Two years ago today, Matt and I got engaged. Our engagement post on the blog is still one of my favorites because we each wrote our perspective of the day. We talk about our engagement day a lot...Matt constantly reminds me that one of the first things out of my mouth after he asked was that I thought I was dying (and I was serious, I was so sick). Above is a reading that was done at our wedding. I just love it and thought it was a fitting post for today. I hope you like it too :)

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