Of Falling in Love...

Again.
and Again.
and Again.

Saturday morning

Awoken by sweet kisses

The voice of my love

"We're leaving in an hour,

I'll make French toast,

you shower and get ready -

make sure to look your best!"

Unaware, unsure, un-awake

I obeyed.

Out the door, boarding the metro

arriving at the train station

friends. Anticipating

a sweet day.

One hour by train takes us to

Seoul.

Tacos. Avocados. Taxis. and Subways.

Book Stores. Guesses. Posters. and Theaters.

The Nutcracker.
Sugar Plum Faries.
Symphonic pleasures.
Dancing. Leaping.

Watching. Smiling.
Next to the one I love.

Days not over

just beginning...

Find ourselves at the top of Namson Tower.

Here is where we lock our love

where others have come before us

Committing to love each other

until the end of time.

Tradition is:

Write a message of love

attach to the lock

throw away the key

My man has written our message

our vows

our promise

our committment

Tears of Joy

So often I am blessed by this man whom I wed. So often I realize just what an honor it is to participate in life with someone of his character and compatability. So often, I take it for granted and fail to give praise where praise is due. And yet, we are in love. Constantly falling even deeper into this relational adventure of marriage.

And he wins my heart, again and again.

He has committed to our vows in a way that astounds me. Keeping them as an ever present force in our marriage - something to know and obey, to cherish and honor. And I love it. For so many reasons. But particularly because we were so deliberate in what we chose to speak to one another on that September day of 2007.

(Typed while wishing I were warmer and drinking something warm in a classroom of a faraway land known as Korea)

For another account of this day with more details and more photos check out this article.