Nineteen Years

It is a moment freeze framed in time.

A snapshot taken by a friend that surpassed all of the professional pictures and became my favorite touchstone of our special day.

It is the moment I told him “We’re Married!” and he replied “Yeah!” and squeezed my hand just a little bit tighter as we awkwardly made our way across the dance floor.

We have been tested over the years. Failed some.
Passed most.

We are still learning the rules.
Still finding our way.
Still learning the steps.

Occasionally we dance, still awkwardly, across the kitchen floor. I remind him that we are married, he replies in the affirmative and my breath catches just a bit, even still, as he squeezes my hand just a little bit tighter.

4 thoughts on “Nineteen Years

  1. That was a beautiful day Karie and Steve. I remember crying when Steve gave Clinton a watch. Congratulations to both of you, Love, your Maid of Honor!

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