the chronic of our wedding day
was made up of a few more blissful hours
of singing out there on the lawn
and sharing childhood memories
and eventual goodbyes and seeyousoons.
it ended on the bathtub rim,
with toothbrush chatter and giggles.
falling asleep next to one another,
in soft, white, fluffy sheets,
dream faded into dream,
and never shall I untangle them
but let them lead me on
into other spheres of growing up
and taking responsibility
and doing so with the grace and love
and our families.