September 14, 2019 marked 7 years of marriage.
We’ve been together over 13 years.
Marking time helps us remember.
Remember where we’ve been.
Remember how far we’ve come.
Remember where we want to go.
In 2006, Matt and I met in rehearsals for Flatwater Shakespeare Company’s production of MACBETH. Matt was playing Malcolm and I had one line as the Scottish Doctor. The thirteen years since then have taken us through many theatre productions, a few cities, a variety of jobs, at least of few of Dante’s levels of hell, and back again.
Many really hard decisions have been made.
Some deep wounds have now healed and become scar tissue.
Thirteen years later, we are stronger individually and together. We are better people. We are better actors. We grow…sometimes like the ginkgo tree, gnarled and rising out of the destruction, and sometimes like the willow, graceful and flowing…but we continue to grow.
We are currently rehearsing MACBETH once again. This time as the famously murderous couple, known for their ambition. Though their acts are deluded and clearly immoral, the Macks act in love for each other and sacrifice for each other, and though they get lost along the way, it remains a love story.
Our love story is worth telling, too. It’s one to learn from. What to do. What not to do. And includes what the Macks didn’t have the opportunity to do–how to forgive and how to heal.
I’m grateful for the last 13 years.
The last 7 years.
Especially for the last 3 years, where we’ve found healing and leaned in to each other.
Here’s to three more.
To seven more.
To thirteen more.
Here’s to continuing to write our best lives.