I never considered the happiest days of my life, not to any great length; I have never listed them, just knew as I was in them that they were beyond special.
The birth of L***, the birth of C****** and our wedding day are my top three. Number four is playing live with the Tripod Cats in June 1997. Number five is the day you left me a message on my answering machine asking me out. Not sure about any others... pretty sure my last day of student teaching is in the top ten.
And while I have held these moments closely, why weren't they enough to stop our deterioration, my trespass?
Again, no answer, just a memory: you walking towards the church, your dress and hair and flowers moving down the green way, and for the hundredth time I thanked God for sending you to me.
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