He drinks orange juice with his chocolate cake. Orange juice. As in… the juice from an orange. From the bottle. Simply Orange. Country Stand. Pulp free.
It baffles me. Confuses me. What would the “Got Milk?” people say, for heaven’s sake. And yet, it’s just one of a million small little, barely noticed, what’s it matter, who’s to say, out of the ordinary, extra-ordinary nothings that make our marriage what it is. He pushes me with his orange juice and chocolate cake. Challenges me. To see the world differently. For all that it could be and never what it’s supposed to be.
And I owe my life to that.
This life that we’ve built. This world that we’ve created, where he & I alone reside. A world of soft pillows and soft places to land. Of blankets pulled up all the way over our heads and “no one will ever find us in here.” A world of doing what you love and being what you love because it’s what you *could* be and not what you’re supposed to be. Of being challenged. Of seeing the world differently. Yea… I owe my life to that.
One year ago today, we stood together in front of our friends & family and promised forever. And when it came time to celebrate…you can bet the cake was chocolate. And everything that that has come to stand for.
Happy Anniversary J!! You are my strength, my love, my confidant, my best friend. And as always…the rice in my gumbo!! Being married to you has been the best thing that I’ve ever done. I love you so much!
This is one of Becker’s shots of our wedding cake. The bottom layer has pictures from our grandparents’ weddings, then J’s parents, my parents, and the top is one of our engagement pictures from the amazing David Jay.