Just thought we'd share this poem that we came across today in the wrapper of a Chocolove chocolate bar:
The First Day
by Christina Rossetti
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!
Leandra was keen enough to have kept a calendar and journal of the first weeks and months of our relationship: the day we first held hands, kissed, when and where we went on certain dates. I never thought having those times documented would mean what it does to me today, when even now, just 4 years later, some of the details start to melt together. The details of our life together as a couple--from journal entries to emails to pictures--aren't just a comfort (which they are), they move us to live out the dreams we dreamed and vows we vowed.