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How do you know that? Have you been there to see? And if you had been there to see, and had seen none, that would not prove that there were none … And no one has a right to say that no water babies exist till they have seen no water babies exist­ing, which is quite a dif­fer­ent thing, mind, from not see­ing water babies.

Charles Kings­ley, The Water-Babies, A Fairy Tale for a Land Baby

Ten years ago, a woman walked into my life. Today we cel­e­brate our fifth wed­ding anniversary.

She is my muse, my part­ner, my friend, my inspi­ra­tion. I’d rather be in the world with her than any­where else.

Before I met her, I believed in Love, but couldn’t believe what Love turned out to be. That’s a dan­ger that comes with being facile with words: you can describe what you see, so you believe what you say.

I’ve found that true Love leaves you speech­less, gives you the strength to look at the world with clear sight and qui­ets the rest­less uncer­tainty of the soul. I can’t tell which is more profound…the expe­ri­ence of lov­ing T. or being loved by her.

We got mar­ried on the beach. The day unfolded shrouded in mist, wel­comed a bril­liant sum­mer sun, and ended under the speck­led starlight by a bon­fire with tom-tom drums pound­ing and our bod­ies melt­ing together in their pri­mal rhythm. Today they are fused more deeply. When I close my eyes, it is her heart that I hear beating.

Happy anniver­sary, baby.