– Sí.
“Why now?”
I looked toward the photographs covering my walls.
Treinta años de niños.
Nietos.
Pérdida.
Return.
Mistakes.
Healing.
“Because this time,” I said, “it’s my decision.”
We married beside the lake.
Nothing extravagant.
Family only.
Margaret se puso a mi lado.
Daniel me acompañó por el pasillo.
All ten children stood behind us.
Before the ceremony, Arthur approached holding an envelope.
Lo miré.
“Si me das otra carta misteriosa, te arrojaré personalmente al lago”.
Arthur laughed.
“It is not mysterious.”
“What is it?”
“Your marriage license.”
“Good.”
He handed it over.
Julian stood beneath the oak tree.
He looked terrified.
I found that deeply satisfying.
When I reached him, he whispered:
“You look beautiful.”
“You look nervous.”
“I am.”
“Good.”
Our vows were short.
No promises about forever.
We had learned better.
Instead Julian said:
“I promise to tell you the truth, especially when I am afraid.”
