My husband, Jim, and I load up his Jeep Wrangler on Brookline Street in Cambridge for our anniversary trip. The summer light, oozy. The briny smell of the ocean, fresh off the Charles. Excited, like the kids we were in 1981 when we met by accident in Harvard Square. His college gang. My college gang. Bang.
Hope is the very seed of marriage. Without it, we have no chance of growing. Yes, some of us may get temporarily battered down by storms. Some of us may eventually wilt and wither to nothing. Some of us may die and find rebirth in an entirely new seed of hope. But what good is planting a seed in the first place if you don't have 100 percent faith that it will grow?
A few months ago I wrote an article about 50 thoughts that travel through my mind on a daily basis. wrote the piece to give a glimpse into my mind, not to state that others walk around with an empty head. However those comments prompted me to think about the thoughts my husband has on a daily basis.