This may have been an apt vow for us twelve years ago today. Our rehearsal dinner was held in the timber frame shop, with our picture taken under a large, freshly-hewn arch. The next afternoon we were married, once in a small convent chapel in New Hampshire, followed by a second civil service across the river in Vermont, among friends. The reason: we loved the soul of the old Meeting House and envisioned our cerimony there, but marriage is a sacred vow for us and that ment with our priest. The answer: two services.
Our lives have been entwined with building ever since. Certainly for Paul, this was true even before we were together. For me, as a daughter of a visionary designer (with limited means) my childhood was spent in homes of various stages of completion (though they never felt any less a home) and visiting my Father's incredible job sites. This was a way of life for our family.
On our wedding day, I didn't imagine that twelve years later we would sleep under the shelter of our own heavy timber roof in a new/old home of our very own -- all thanks to a husband with a determination to produce something beautiful and a wife who sees that this is good.
I cherish you Paul and all the goodness you have brought to my life. Happy anniversary today. I love you.
