Taken Back

my left eye-lid peeled open at the touch of sunlight creeping in through the window of vern & jeff's 1974 winnebago, and i slowly rose, attempting to live every moment of the day for exactly what it was; nothing more, and definitely nothing less.

it was the day i would marry the girl of my dreams. so, i stepped out of the rv, overlooking our little camp-site, and enjoyed the ideal of a luxury hobo breakfast: campsite breakfast burritos.

from that camp-side breakfast, to hitting traffic on the way to the beach, to the first look i will never forgot, to the red velvet cupcakes, to the reception, to the midnight run to cvs in suit & dress to pick up a small fan, i enjoyed each bit. i savored each experience to anchor the weight of what would happen that day. i never wanted to forget, but more importantly, i wanted to live well that day.

and now that two years [and a day] have passed, i can tell you i have learned much. i have learned how much more i love my bride, than i ever thought i could. i have learned how much i don't have it all together. i have learned that i have much more to learn.

but, i have also found, with no excuse, that i have given myself license to shy away from the type of life that i embraced that day, two years and one day ago. so, today, i re-commit myself to you, carlie renee davis. i vow to love you, in the truest and the most artful sense; to accept you & to create passion. i vow to serve you & lead our family. and in it all, i vow to savor each moment, of each day, to anchor the blessing of our commitment two years ago. and when i fail [which i vow will be often], i pray for your forgiveness.

you take me back to myself. thank you. happy anniversary.