If each little moment falls away without us noticing, we are left with empty hands, holding only this moment, here and now. Everything else falls away and is forgotten. Memory is what holds us together, all those moments down the years we have shared have moulded and shaped us into the two people standing here side by side, watching the tide recede out away from us.
All those times we walked this same beach along the very edge of the sea, at high tide and at low tide, morning and afternoon, shaped our days, as we shaped ourselves to fit around each other as we slept. We never really thought about the future, or analysed things too much, both knowing that things taken apart and probed and poked never really fit back together correctly.
We learnt too, that happiness is not a thing out there that can be brought back home and unwrapped, but it is a process that grows, like a seed planted and tended as it shoots and then blossoms.
We can go back to the home we have made and see how that garden we planted has grown us around us, sending down deep roots that tangle deep below the surface, knowing we have made something that will endure the storms of winter.
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