It’s called Five Minute Friday. Where everyone writes for five minutes, all on the same prompt. Five minutes. No stopping. No editing. Just writing. And then sharing.
This week’s prompt is “TOGETHER.”
How is it possible that we have been together for 12 years (13 if you count the year before we were married).
So, really 13 years.
That first year, before we were married. You in Alabama. Me in Boston. Having only met at our friend’s wedding, we spent time together in writing. Some letters. But mostly emails.
Those emails were a courtship many will never experience in person. We were separated by distance. Physically. But we were together. In words. In expression. In our hearts’ desires.
We were free from the physical obstacles (though we knew the attraction that drew us together). Because we had only words, our hearts poured out honesty and truth and ideas without hesitation. There was no tangle of uncertainty. Together, we bridged a distance of miles and states with hopes, with dreams, with the things that mattered deeply to each of us.
We’d sat with Calvin, the three of us together at what we eventually dubbed “the patio table of truth.” The place where instead of small talk, we made soul talk. Soul-stirring talk that bared souls and pasts and wounds and truth. There was nowhere to hide. There was nothing simple or cursory. There was raw honesty that pierced my heart. And my defenses.
We left that night carrying each other’s hearts, each other’s wounds, each other’s brokenness.
When I arrived home, the first email. My heart started beating again. The breath I’d been holding finally breathed out.
It hadn’t been a dream.
It hadn’t been just a mystical wedding moment.
It had been a supernatural encounter. With you. With us.
The three of us. Together. It had been real.
That first email led to many. It led to long-distance, late-night phone calls. It led to a July 4th excursion to Alabama to see you. And meet your family.
It led to me moving to Kentucky so that we could be together as you started your doctoral program in music and we started our shared journey together.
Something I do not take lightly. Something I cherish. Something I still find wonder in.
That God had such an incredible gift for me. For you.
That he took the brokenness we carried away that night and redeemed it. Made it holy. Made it whole. Made us whole.
As long as we are together.