May 30, 2012
Where are the poems about listening to (over the phone because you are 800 miles away) a moment by moment account of their first date. And listening when the long-distance thing has worn her out and she just misses him. And jumping up and down for joy when she calls to tell you she’s engaged (even though you knew it was coming). Then, when the day has come (no matter how little sleep you've gotten): where are the poems about adjusting her veil, and handing her the bouquet, and proceeding her down the aisle. And watching his face and seeing all the love, all the care and courage, all the sacrifice, all the grace in his eyes as he says "for as long as we both shall live." And now, seven years later, knowing that those big, dear moments were just the beginning. Where are the poems about that?
And where are the poems about the first time you visit their home, and you sit up all night watching movies and talking philosophy, and eating lots, and laughing more. And about gaining a friend and brother in your best friend’s husband? And about jumping up and down for joy when they tell you they’re expecting their first child. And jumping up and down for joy when she’s born, and when they tell you they’re expecting their second child, and when she’s born, too. And encouraging them in their trials, knowing full well that they have more fortitude than you ever will. Where are the poems about that?
There are plenty of poems about the long and steady love they have. But where are the poems about our witnessing it? About watching them sacrifice for each other, and cherish little comforts in the midst of strife. About the particular joy of being on the outside, and still seeing the little actions of love and affection that witness to something deep, strong, full, passionate, joyful, and sustaining. Will one of you write a poem about that?
Happy Anniversary, Hepburn & The Professor!