Funny how things add up if you let them. 8+1+5+5 = 19. 8/11, which is today, adds up to 19. The number 19 is central to the legacy of Stephen King. It is a part of the lore that is the lives of myself and the Lady Talis. Today we extend that lore by joining hands in marriage. To call me excited would be to misinterpret the sensation I am feeling. Blessed, loved, in the right space and time, all of these apply fully. I am not so much excited as I am enamored with the idea of what is to come and what is to come from it.
This morning, sitting with my future wife, we were talking about what part we were looking forward to the most and I said I was looking forward to the walk home after. That brief and steady moment would be us captured in time. It represents who we are on this path and represents the journey we are taking together. If I am excited for anything, it is for that walk. It and everything that comes before are moments to be held in time, suspended and cherished as though a life could be lived between the seconds, between each breath, each kiss, each smile, each word.
I have loved, I have been in love. I have never had a true partner and companion before her.
I love her, I love what we have created together. It doesn’t feel like this is a rush to the alter and there is no excitement of having that moment of saying I do, because I say I do everyday of my life. It falls from my eyes in a cascade as I look down upon her while she sleeps. It leaves my lips when I praise what she means and who she is to me. I say it without thinking. There is nothing else to say.