I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
אני לדודי ודודי לי
Inscribed in our yalmukes, printed on our programs, written on the glitter of our shoes. Etched in our souls, deep and permanent like a commandment.
Oh, my beloved. I love you more than I can fit in my whole heart.
We have been legally married for eight months and it has been 108 days since our perfect little wedding in upstate New York.
We received our photo book today and, flipping through the heavy pages of the greatest fairytale, we were reminded of wooden swings, the etch of mountain peaks against a dark skyline, all of the tiniest details--I am so grateful for the wedding that was, that did, that could. So grateful for the little life we are creating for ourselves. So grateful to be yours--and that you are mine.