A question of do over
Karen asked the following about the Dorf:
I'm curious: knowing what you know now, if you could do it all over again, would you marry him?
The short answer is yes. Regardless of his various idiocies, annoying habits and odd hobbies, I love the moron. I found my vows again last night, which I wrote. I still feel this way. This be them...
My words are simple, but there is great love in them.
The way you love me is like my favorite sunrise.
Impassioned, brilliant and beautiful. Our souls rest together.
My hands shall heal you, comfort you, embrace you and engage you; protect you from
words and weather.
Our future is set before us and I will be there beside you, to cherish you and respect you until the end of days.
My words are simple, but there is great love in them.
Not bad for something thrown together a few days before the wedding. I still feel this way when you strip away all the bullshit "real" life throws at us. We aren't perfect, we fight over stupid shit, but at the end of the day, no one has made me laugh the way he does (even when I'd rather wallow), no one has ever made me feel as beautiful or as desired...we fit together like a matched set. We married young, and everyone thought we were nuts. We tattooed Mobius strips on our left wrists in lieu of wedding bands, people thought we were nuts. But I have trouble imagining this life without him. Crazy, considering if I had never mailed the letter I lost behind the dresser, I wouldn't be writing this right now.
But the bigger question is, do I wish I had taken a different path. Somedays, yes. I used to write all the time, and I don't think I was that bad. I wanted to go to Concordia for creative writing. I'll never know if I didn't get in cause I suck, or if I missed the portfolio deadline. But I do know that the summer after high school was a fork in the road. One had love, and this life, the other held my craft, and lots of kitties. I do not own lots of kitties.
I still write, but my words are no longer the only children I have.
That was a tres cool question Karen-thanks for asking!(and I keep forgetting to tell you how CUTE your doggie is! If I ever get around to it, I'll knit him a wee coat for those icky T.O winters!
And I like questions-it fulfills a certain egotism, so feel free. You may have noticed I'm not that shy!
I'm curious: knowing what you know now, if you could do it all over again, would you marry him?
The short answer is yes. Regardless of his various idiocies, annoying habits and odd hobbies, I love the moron. I found my vows again last night, which I wrote. I still feel this way. This be them...
My words are simple, but there is great love in them.
The way you love me is like my favorite sunrise.
Impassioned, brilliant and beautiful. Our souls rest together.
My hands shall heal you, comfort you, embrace you and engage you; protect you from
words and weather.
Our future is set before us and I will be there beside you, to cherish you and respect you until the end of days.
My words are simple, but there is great love in them.
Not bad for something thrown together a few days before the wedding. I still feel this way when you strip away all the bullshit "real" life throws at us. We aren't perfect, we fight over stupid shit, but at the end of the day, no one has made me laugh the way he does (even when I'd rather wallow), no one has ever made me feel as beautiful or as desired...we fit together like a matched set. We married young, and everyone thought we were nuts. We tattooed Mobius strips on our left wrists in lieu of wedding bands, people thought we were nuts. But I have trouble imagining this life without him. Crazy, considering if I had never mailed the letter I lost behind the dresser, I wouldn't be writing this right now.
But the bigger question is, do I wish I had taken a different path. Somedays, yes. I used to write all the time, and I don't think I was that bad. I wanted to go to Concordia for creative writing. I'll never know if I didn't get in cause I suck, or if I missed the portfolio deadline. But I do know that the summer after high school was a fork in the road. One had love, and this life, the other held my craft, and lots of kitties. I do not own lots of kitties.
I still write, but my words are no longer the only children I have.
That was a tres cool question Karen-thanks for asking!(and I keep forgetting to tell you how CUTE your doggie is! If I ever get around to it, I'll knit him a wee coat for those icky T.O winters!
And I like questions-it fulfills a certain egotism, so feel free. You may have noticed I'm not that shy!
Well, your certainly very good at writing. Not everybody can get their thoughts out like that. You have a talent for it.
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