Another year, and I notice a difference. No lingering doubt, no attending sorrow of what the day represented. Reclaiming gratitude for this day, as it was meant to be. Liberating. Acceptance of the passing years as I stand on solid ground, looking to a beautiful future together. There is much to be happy for, and contended with, and strive towards.
And there is the love. Always love, whether expressed or not, in the little gestures and brief words, in the kind looks and simple presence.
And this is what peace feels like, this canopy over the daily ups and downs, the mindless fears, unspoken tensions and agitations.
There is peace and love in this place.
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